THE BARE BRANCHES
From the first ecstatic moment,
from the first budding of new growth
I knew, this was really going to be something!
I did my best to pay attention –
didn’t want to miss a single unfolding –
but it got away from me quickly.
Storms and rain seized my focus,
and overfed my ever-persistent fears.
Fog obscured my true thoughts,
and replaced them with inane ‘shoulds’.
My true nature was roughly bound in misgivings
that hung around me like shackles of iron.
For years my soul stumbled through fog,
not knowing where I was going
or what would become of me.
One particular day – perhaps it was a new warmth –
the dark mist began to clear a little,
and I realized that the growth
had continued without my conscious awareness.
It had to be that way.
We grow, or we die.
Now I stand in awe and wonder.
How could the world be so beautiful?
How could there be so much joy?
How could life have become so rich, so very deep?
I never saw it before, but I see it now,
with a sense of precious tenderness and gratitude.
The multi-colored foliage of my life shines and pulses,
dancing with the breeze;
a vision of loveliness and perfection
that I never would have imagined possible.
And to think,
it all began with nothing –
just bare branches!
© Marina Phillips - February 2010