Recollect whispers in tree tops
What was thought as just wind
Is the flowering of His seed
Risen up from dirt
Through roots and trunk
To shine as tender green gems
That capture His breath
To blow Mercy back on us:
Yes, a life that began so small
Now feels vast.
A life that must know death
First must live.
So recollect the whispers in trees
And know it to be not just wind
But the actualization of living
In these moments before death.
Written after reading Rilke’s ‘I find you, Lord, in all things and in all’ as translated by Stephen Mitchell, published by Vintage International, NYC in 1982.
(C) Stephen Fuller, 2019