A SYLVAN WHISPER OF GRACE
Of what use is a tree if it did not give solace?She hugs the first one she meets on the hill.
Would she hear its sylvan whisper of grace?
Why can’t a man be like a tree? It is as stillAs it should be having listened to all the pain
From that first time he felt her rise to fill
A space that must not be there, a little gainFrom what was promised at that first garden:
Loneliness shall not grow where he has lain.
Why can’t a woman be like a tree? It is whenShe shelters all from the injury of struggle
That staying alive is the least worry of men
Who must strive to enliven a home for allAs a tree is to a nest or a kite’s port of call.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
Photo Credit: Joanna Allas, Philippines