Fragile at First
It has been said that
trees can take away your sorrow.
The whole of the forest
will swallow your sadness
and dispel your grief.
Lean against those grand trunks.
Feel all of it.
Open your wounds to new air
and bend toward healing.
Make way for the light
through the leaves of the canopy
to find you.
Grief has a way of uprooting life
and through it, emerges new growth—
fragile at first
then,
a mighty cedar,
a braided rope so strong
it will pull you from woe
and return you to the delights of well-being.
