THE TREES KNOW
(a message received September 19, 2001)
The trees say to me
talk to us
we’re here; we can hear.
I sing to them of our suffering and chaos and harm
I ask forgiveness for my kind
I ask for help from theirs.
I sit with my back against the great white swamp oak.
She tells me what the trees know
what we must come to know.
There is no separation in the deep place
all our roots connect
across continents, oceans, time.
We are held in one weave with the tiniest things, gnats and one-celled
swimmers
with the hugest, eagles and whales, mountains, waves.
We drink the same rain, turn to the same light
sigh with the same wind
return to the same earth.
All That Is can gather us in
All That Is can heal us
if we remember.
The trees know, they want us to know
they know, they will help us
know, they will help us.
Poem by Elizabeth Cunningham
www.elizabethcunninghamwrites.com
Labyrinth Walk facilitated by Judith Tripp
Music by Ruth Cunningham
www.ruthcunningham.com
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Journey On, Heroine
A Veriditas Virtual Retreat, April 18th, 10a-3p Pacific Online
