Monday, January 23, 2012

The Senator Series - Part Two

January 18th, 2012

I Sit in Silence

Not of contemplation but of disbelief.
Like a fast train on uneven tracks I want
to roll around to grieve for the loss of you.
My life was one of tens
of thousands of generations
that breathed while you breathed.
Why couldn’t it have been one more?

Arriving home, at your feet
I would always humble myself.
To return to find you sitting—
my looking down—
will find me on my knees at your side,
an inequality I never wanted balanced;
A minute below your light-cleansing canopy
An inspiration tuning intuition.

Knowing you were there at the end of the trail
Tucked within palmetto and yellow poplar
I knew I was home,
Home as it has been for a thousand years
Where the noise of a day and a year are smoothed
To a long tranquility revealing that everything turns
Out all right in time, through changes and civilizations.

So others could sit you have stood for all time
Waiting for another to come to pass on
The unbroken line. Through hurricane winds,
Storms of sudden light and blasting noise,
Through greedy hands holding buckets for sap
And saws for woody flesh,
Wars shedding blood at your roots,
Through a hundred fires before, you
Persevered all to send our hearts to leap
At the sight of profound stature. Burning spontaneously
In a glorious blaze of indwelling you became the torch
For your Lady, a call to carry on in wisdom,
Honor and faithfulness.

Years ago, before I knew you
Your kind
Or the kind of anything
I planted a tree.
As I saved it from a potted, draughty death
Freeing his roots to a hole in the ground
And his dreams to the sky
I gave you a successor and prepared my heart
For your grace. The line is yet unbroken.

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