I am not a poet, but certainly respect how they can weave together a powerful yet terse message.
Like this by Eugene Peterson:
A beech tree in winter, white
Against sky blue and billowed
Clouds, carries in his emptiness
Ripeness: sap ready to rise
On signal, buds alert to burst
To leaf. And then after a season
Of summer a lean ring to remember
The lush fulfilled promises.
Empty again in wise poverty
That lets the reaching branches stretch
A millimeter more towards heaven,
The bole expand ever so slightly
And push roots into the firm
Foundation, lucky to be leafless:
Deciduous reminder to let it go.
Lots of things that I wish would hurry and get resolved.
I need more faith.
Meanwhile, the beech tree shouts an important message.
"...A deciduous reminder to let it go."
Have a good weekend everyone.
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