Dreams of Mercy

I dreamed of walking through emerald forest,
hanging all the worries and weights of my body
and soul  upon thick, uneven branches.

I could feel the wind blow the
dust out from within this
wounded temple.

I heard the whimpering cries
of forgotten grief come
to have its say.

This grief felt so laden, so familiar – all the
years of desires and the scars of letting go…
they all came out of this unsayable said.

The trees dared me to let this grief
hollow out my bones with mercy, to paint
the walls of my heart the colors of  the rainbow.

I have failed this challenge before,
these pregnant opportunities to be
held by an urgent compassion.

Too often I have walked away from such
moments – full of myself and empty
of my truth.

But today, today I dreamed of walking through
emerald forest, my fingers tracing poems in the
worn flesh of their bark…