Tree of Life

From here the pathway opens,

forest thinning into meadow pond,

gnarled pines sweetening the air,

stillness steeping from the bedrock,

weight carried from the trailhead

dissolving in the dirt track,

breaking down like memories

under mountain sun;

wherever you are you are also here,

easing the thorn caught suffering

for a view of grass in morning breeze,

track of deer along the water’s edge,

the voice that called you long ago

speaking through the wind,

comforting the ache,

the lead like burden,

in this quiet place

where you are known.

The path will lead back to your life

and all its harsh restraint

but what is gone leave gone.

What you bring back will grow

like seeds rooted years ago,

a tree against the wind,

gathering from grass and stone

through root and branch

your tree of life, your shade, your seeding,

gifts beyond the furthest edges of your hope.



16 Responses to “Tree of Life”

  1. David Banner says:


  2. Athena Coleman says:

    This is a life worth living. There is such honor in this piece, thank you, Don.

  3. Bill Dare says:

    Welcome back, Bro… awesome Journey, eh!

  4. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Less clutter, more meaning — the gifts of courage and contemplation. Thank you, Don. Sometimes recently I’ve been shocked by what goes, is gone. But those spaces become part of the balance to what grows.

    I love your work — the work behind the poetry — but the poetry is damn fine, too.

  5. Elaine says:

    I AM THERE among the pines, the rocks, the water, the quiet. Thank You for a beautiful poem.

  6. T Johansson says:

    Bright Blessings, Brother Bard..

  7. Ron Laws says:

    Putting it out there! Beautiful season your way.

  8. Thanks Don, Tis a journey and how the time does fly. I hear only the present moment in this for what else is there. I am ever inspired by your living for this could not come absent that.

  9. Anne Blaney says:

    I appreciate the journey I take when I read this poem Don! Thank you for the evocative setting, laying down some characters and even sketching a plot, and leaving me room where I could find my own tracks. Good meditation piece.

  10. Nancy Rose says:

    This speaks so eloquently, Don. I understand these silent places. The journey is solitary, but there is comfort to be drawn from blowing grasses, scented pines and loving friends.

  11. Mark Dellamano says:

    You seed peace with your words, Don. You must come back to campus one day to read for the students.

  12. Pichay says:

    Substance. The track of the deer even, is of rich, fertile soil, waiting for seed, ready for another immaculate conception.

    Trees are not called “Grandfather” for sake of a nickname. Wisened men and women are not called “Elder” for sake of respect alone.

    Substance…of the Tree of Life….carefully etched into your poetic song, Don. Thank you.

  13. Scott MacRae says:

    Beautiful brother. I rode in the woods yesterday and was enchanted by the silent mystery of the trees. Your voice and the grandfathers feed my soul.

  14. Tom Wishing says:

    This poem puts me right there. Thanks, Don.

  15. Betty Logan says:

    I didn’t realize I had a testament to my life!

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