The Linden Tree
The linden tree is starting to bloom
It dies off each year
And loses its leaves
Baring the beautiful branches
To the cold winter and yet
With the first sign of spring
Gives me a little temptation
It pops again and is reborn
Soon it will be covered
With full green, lush foliage
Providing shade and shelter
Home to the lost
So too that spirit
Which has left its body
Escaping the earth and leaving behind
Pained and hurting the living
I am bereft
At the loss of my loves
My soul branches bare and raw to the cold
My heart laid open to the ravages of loss
And yet…
When a light of memory
Shines in to warm my grieving
My flame is reborn
The leaves of love
Are the foliage
The lush remembrances of words
The warm feeling of embraces
I am sheltered
I am shaded
I am certain
That everything
Returns to the Source.
Tree and branch
Wind and leaf
Fir and frond
Arms and eyes and lips and hearts.
Soul memory
Intertwined with my branches
Love is never lost.
