Becoming me

Poetry is written
Ballads are sung
Masterpieces are painted
Praise rolls off the tongue

To trees and their majesty
To their long suffering and beauty
These witnesses of truth stand tall
Obeying their divine duty

What reader doesn’t know
Tolkien, Hesse and Rilke
Gibran, Emerson and Blake
Adore the tree

Perhaps, I should aspire to be
A genius for a season
If I knew trees intimately
Then like a genius I’d reason

Even Thoreau’s almost convinced me
That a tree was the utmost
Of all creatures in creation
They could stand and boast
Of confidence and strength
And being still in solitude
Trees receive praise
For their silent magnitude

I like trees
They are my friends
I want to meet as many
As I possibly can

I enjoy their company
Of glory they resound
In their shadow, I play
In their shade, I lie down

Trees are outstanding
God’s lovely gift
When our souls are cast down
Our spirits they uplift

But as much as I thought
I should want to be a tree
I am learning rather quickly
This metaphor is not me

I am not one to look up to
Nor am I wise or grand
I am very weak and fragile
Most days I kneel not stand

I am way to ornery
I rage and conspire
To the world I’m invisible
Though I burn with desire

My passions are high and wide
So are my temptations and sins
Daily I’m tempted and tried
To refuse the grace he sends

I have tried for years
To conform myself to a tree
Thinking I could force myself
Into being what I should want to be

I even wrote a poem
Desiring the divine to change me
Because trees really are magnificent
Just look at their pedigree

But what I want most
Is to saunter the hills
To be wild and free
Not merely stand still

I want to lie down in pastures
And wander through the mountains
Hiding in creation’s bosom
Swimming in it’s fountains

I also want to wreck things
To tear down strongholds
That hold my neighbors captive
Making their love grow cold

Maybe I should be fire
To burn away our paltry sins
That entangle our fragile minds
With the webs we spin

But knowing my capacity
Of twisting and turning
I don’t know if I could stop
If I really started burning

There is a 100% chance
That once I started to roar
I wouldn’t just burn chaff
To the sky, my flames would soar

Hell on earth
Is who I’d become
And in my fury
My own life would succumb

Perhaps, the want to be fire
Is something I should flee
I don’t think I’m capable
To handle the flames responsibly

As I pondered my predicament
I looked to nature to see
What might reflect me
And withstand my peculiarity

Like me, she’d have to be
A contrarian
Simple and transparent
A fighter to the end
No man could contain her
Because no box she fits in

She must be unbreakable
But have the ability to bend
Her will to the Creator
Her life to her friends

Following nature’s song
At her own pace and speed
In perfect rhythm and beat
Even at times, taking the lead

As I sit here and contemplate
The Truth like a dove descends
And whispers in my ear
“You my child are Wind
You are given creation
To attend and amend
To spread seeds of truth
From beginning to end

Like the wind, you are gentle
Through weakness, you are strong
Although, you were born to play
You were made to be part of the storm.

To be the wind
Requires responsibilities
It’s important that you
Take the job seriously

So, as often as you can
Tease the trees
Blow up there boughs
And tickle their leaves
Encourage their merriment
Make them laugh to they wheeze

Race the birds
Care for the bees
Tend to the butterflies
You are the winged trustee

Remember the flowers
They need you to dance
The meadows find pleasure
When you make them sway
And the air needs you
To push things away

Kites need you to fly
Pinwheels need you to spin
Banners need you to wave
Windmills needs your wind

Make time for the children
Who like to pretend
That they can fight
Against you and win

But…Don’t overlook
Man’s wasteful inventions
That pull them out of nature
And demand their attention

Feel free to blow them down
Just to prove
That there are invisible things
They should still listen to.

DeeAnn Dean

May 1, 2021

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