trees.

our property

of 5+ acres:

terraced.

hilly.

tree-laden.

in order to build a road to the awesome upper terrace

where we hope for

a

house with a view

many trees must fall.

we hope to gain access

to a view

that will knock your socks off.

a view that will drop one to their knees

in prayerful thanksgiving.

i weep just a little for the trees that are falling.

one of my dearest friends

tells me:

quit your crying.

o dear girl:

if you were here.

you would cry with me.

i'm not going to lie to you:

don't expect me to *not* feel.

don't expect me to *not* cry.

in return

i will give you:

trust.

because i know you make me smile.

because you hold my heart in your hands

and

because

you love me.

because

you want only the best for us.

i get by, this way.

woodland creatures do their circle dance....

....while my heart pours out

to this

majestic old tree.

a queasy aching seeps through my bones

but

i have to tell myself:

trust.  

XX