How Ego Saved My Tree
author's note:
"Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-- Joyce Kilmer
Maybe so, but we can damn well help.
HOW EGO SAVED MY TREE
Lost, I was—and tired
of searching for new life.
So when I found
a winter woman of deep roots
sitting cross-legged on the ground
behind a lonely gas station
I begged her for direction.
Without a word, she then pointed me
toward a gray hill covered with a stubble of stumps.
Yes, I said, she knows how much
that wounded land needs me—
needs
my merciful healing.
Now, after much uplifting labor
I have finally realized
the obvious:
I feel small when I feel
I’m not needed.
Maybe not the best way to be
but
apparently the ego
can sometimes serve the spirit:
as I battle to save this hill
I am green spring
and I am gold autumn.
Searching for my best beliefs: poetry book
myth steps blog
dream steps blog
you tube channel
© 2023, Michael R. Patton
"Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
-- Joyce Kilmer
Maybe so, but we can damn well help.
HOW EGO SAVED MY TREE
Lost, I was—and tired
of searching for new life.
So when I found
a winter woman of deep roots
sitting cross-legged on the ground
behind a lonely gas station
I begged her for direction.
Without a word, she then pointed me
toward a gray hill covered with a stubble of stumps.
Yes, I said, she knows how much
that wounded land needs me—
needs
my merciful healing.
Now, after much uplifting labor
I have finally realized
the obvious:
I feel small when I feel
I’m not needed.
Maybe not the best way to be
but
apparently the ego
can sometimes serve the spirit:
as I battle to save this hill
I am green spring
and I am gold autumn.
Searching for my best beliefs: poetry book
myth steps blog
dream steps blog
you tube channel
© 2023, Michael R. Patton
Labels: change, ego, growth, healing, need, new age, poem.poetry, spirit, spirituality, spoken word, transformation, tree, wounds
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