Here is act 2. It's been ahwile since I've been on, but…

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Here is act 2. It's been ahwile since I've been on, but there are a few more acts to go. These entries are cryptic, I know, but I had something very specific in mind back when I wrote them that makes more sense as the acts continue. I've decided to only make minor alterations. I'm interested to see what people get out of these, if anything. I think I had a much harder time expressing the tings in my head when I was younger without using metaphor. I still err on the enigmatic side, but I've gotten a lot better at expressing these things as God has taught me and healed my heart. It's amazing what unconditional love will do for someone ;)

Act 2

The wind…let it take you.

Now mind your step.

It’s harder to see a garden, but we can still make it out

Look carefully

branches lancing toward tortured skies, roots running into earth I hadn’t watered in ages.

And wind now weaves softly through them.

They stand.

immovable.

true.

Just as they do to this day

But there were less then.

And the tenant farmers have all changed since.

You see, I always knew these trees were set here long before tenant’s hands

ran over strong branches

in gratitude

for sentences that grew so deep from seed,

keeping their own council,

unless sharing with those who bore the burden of their tending.

The tenders knew better than I what secrets they held

The poems they wrote for me…

When the epochs that taught me in their growth rings looked on

– they do even still, you know -

Their progeny walked the carefully crafted pathways

of their commas

and their paragraphs

largely unaware of their significance.