JUST STANDING THERE

At times it’s good to just stand there,
to stop,
to be rooted deep

in the soil of one’s life,
watching the sun set,

feeling the cold,

seeing a reservoir in the distance,

realizing the entanglements

and the cling that are part of my life,

to know dead leaves don’t mean death.

There is tomorrow. There is Spring.

There is green Resurrection and hope.

To stop….

To laugh at limber youth

and how there was no hesitation

in the risks I took back then,

those timesI swayed in the wind,

a young tree –but an old tree

has many circles –

and the others will really only know them

when I’m cut down – a fallen tree,

a wooden casket planted in the ground –
me somewhere else. O Lord ….
Somewhere else, O Lord.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008