Little Leaf Linden


The tree we have just come to know,
It grows, 
To hold us 

Into each other.  

A holy invitation. 

The canopy, 
Overlaying, 
Patiently 
Saying 

“Come be with me” 

Its branches swaying, 
Whispering, 
And praying 
For our relief 
From the year 
Of grief 

The leaves we touch
They breathe 
Into us 
Onto us 
Within us 

So we too 
Can breathe out 
And rest in their embrace 

Let it hold you. 


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