Treetops A meditation on the Cooper

Treetops- a Meditation on the Cooper

Look up

stretching, never touching, the spindly treetops reach for the clouds

Glance down

In the rippling water, the treetops dive below the surface brushing the clouds

and in the movement of the river, the branches sway slightly

Look up

tranquil, majestic, at peace in their stillness

Wound as teacher/savior

it is there
felt
exposed
absorbed
revealed
brought forth from the depths of your being
embraced as transformation
human, common, plain even
not unique at all; this ordinary wound
herein lies the secret:
freedom escapes, reinvents itself as rebirth
journeys to heaven on a prayer

I know GOD

I KNOW GOD

He's in the guy crossing the 10k finish line
I see Him as the complex emotions cross his face

He's in the guy singing for change in the subway
I experience Him when we join our voices

He's in the yoga class
I feel Him in my breath, bones and muscles as strength and beauty and release

He's in my golden retriever Sierra
I nuzzle Him in the softness of her coat

He's in my home
I cherish Him as I gaze upon my sleeping husband and children

the return

the heavens are applauding

you can see it, more than hear it

the shaking and swaying of the boughs

can you feel God commanding them to  wave

in their freedom

you have departed, gone your own way

known what it feels like to be separate 

and the pain of losing your center

but ahhhh!!!

what a celebration ensues 

upon your realization

that you are one of the sun's rays

beloved

sheepish, yes

until He calls you- "child, welcome home"