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.
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