(Poem) If We Were Rooted by Mary Saracino

Cottonwood Tree in February, Denver, CO Photo credit: © 2011, Mary Beth Moser

Cottonwood Tree in February, Denver, CO
Photo credit: © 2011, Mary Beth Moser

If we were rooted to the ground like trees

or roses would we understand how intimately

our lives are entwined with the Mystery?

 

She carries us in her arms, cradles us in her heart

washes away our sorrows with her rain

echoes our fears with her thunder

warms our weary bones with her sun

dries our tears with her billowing wind

 

Our strong legs have carried us far and wide

our eyes have witnessed countless joys, untold horrors

our ears have heard tales of grief and redemption

our hands have gathered food and birthed babies

our minds have fashioned ideas into works of art

inventions, medicines, cures for the soul and the body

 

But we are rootlessness vagabonds, wandering as if we

had no home, no true place to rest our long-traveled hearts

no ground to claim as our birthright,

like the trees, like the roses, too, that leaf and blossom

every year, their roots awakening

their buds reborn in glory

their delicate unfurling reminding us

that even out of the bitterness of winter

spring returns, fragrant with gratitude

full of defiance and beauty,

full of hope and belonging.

 

Read Meet Mago Contributor Mary Saracino.

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