The Tree of Love
“…a new Tree of Love was planted by our meeting, fed by the songs of our Elders, warmed by the Fire of our souls and watered by the melting of our winter.”
“…a new Tree of Love was planted by our meeting, fed by the songs of our Elders, warmed by the Fire of our souls and watered by the melting of our winter.”
I will say a prayer that echoes in the empty chamber that is reserved for you and look toward the sky through the windows that adorn our cathedral.
And you will smile, scared and shaken though you be,
As you remember it was you who made me promise.
It is me who will always keep my word.
Because I love you, because I remember you from a place where no memory exists, I honor you as a natural flow of my existence.
…there is a lightness to knowing your presence exists somewhere where no foot can fall, no finger can touch, and no words will ever need be spoken.
But I can’t. I’ve lived in the shallow end of pools both big and small. I’ve tried to create nothing out of something, seeing wonders I’d pretend were ordinary.