Poem

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me,But only God … [Read more...] about Trees

Arból de la esperanza mantente firme. [Tree of hope, stand firm.]—Frida Kahlo, Mexican Artist … [Read more...] about Arból de la esperanza

I dwell in Possibility—A fairer House than Prose—More numerous of Windows—Superior—for Doors—Of Chambers as the Cedars—Impregnable of Eve—And for an Everlasting Roof—The Gambrels of the Sky—Of visitors—the fairest—For Occupation—This—The spreading wide of my narrow Hands—To gather Paradise—— Emily Dickinson … [Read more...] about Possibility

More and more I have come to admire resilience.Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foamreturns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuoustenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true.But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,mitochondria, figs — all this resinous, unretractable earth.—Jane … [Read more...] about Optimism

When I am among the trees,especially the willows and the honey locust,equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,they give off such hints of gladness.I would almost say that they save me, and daily.I am so distant from the hope of myself,in which I have goodness, and discernment,and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.Around me the trees stir in their … [Read more...] about When I am Among the Trees