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gothic_coop's comment on my Glorious Shadow post reminded me of a favorite series of poems by Ulrich Schaeffer, called Growing Into the Blue.

I went to the volume tonight, to find one that was teasing at my memory,


Green-thumbed God,
my ancient gardener,
I spread my branches
to treat you to shade
so we can talk.

My relationship to you
has been ambiguous.
I have always shivered
under your pruning knife,
but I have lapped up your watering.
I was hurt that you did not protect me
from the destructive winds,
but I trust your accurate eye
to design my future shape.
I rest in your dream of me.
I will reward your quiet murmurings
(encouraging me to grow)
with another shoot.

Before the cold of winter,
I will throw myself
into a magnificence
that will take your breath away.
I will be flowing gold,
transparent yellow,
I will be sun behind shifting sun
in every leaf.

Can you hear
that I talk to you through colors?
Are you listening
to the love prayers of my leaves?

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I was hurt that you did not protect me
from the destructive winds,
but I trust your accurate eye
to design my future shape.
I rest in your dream of me.


That has a great deal of power and faith in its words. It is hard to let faith guide our feat on the path. With out faith you do not see the path at all.

Well i am glad a can spark thinking for you.