A SYLVAN WHISPER OF GRACE

 

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 still

As 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 gain

From 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 when

She shelters all from the injury of struggle
That staying alive is the least worry of men

Who must strive to enliven a home for all

As a tree is to a nest or a kite’s port of call.

---ALBERT B. CASUGA

 

Photo Credit: Joanna Allas, Philippines