UNDER THE WISE WISHING TREE~by Susan E Birch

 

 

UNDER THE WISE WISHING TREE

Come, said the elder, sit with me
Beneath the wise wishing tree
And tell me what so troubles thee?
I am lost, I mourned, and floating free.

In all the teaching you impart
You stress the pure and true in heart
Will hear the beat of Mother Earth.
The silence I hear denies my worth.

Do you hear, he said, the skylark’s song
And crickets chirping in a throng?
Do you hear the creaking of the bough
And how the wind doth sigh and sough?

The sky and stars, the humming bees,
A flower’s scent, an ocean breeze.
All these things combine to be
Earth’s heart which beats in ecstasy.

That silence within which you float,
That stillness which you fear remote
Is the ultimate aesthetic goal
For you are drifting in her soul.

As he spoke, I heard his words,
I heard the wind and heard the birds.
I heard her heart, that glorious beat
Throbbing from beneath my feet.

And when at last I shut them out
The silence was the loudest shout!

© Susan E Birch – 2014

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