That is How the Sun Makes a Tree
It is the same plan for all things living,
this fall into life through fear and the
dark unknowing.
Pushed by the wind
seeds from the mother tree hit the ground
from the canopy.
Then there is that crack that opens to the truth;
always, that is how the light comes in.
When the heart breaks
is it letting in the light or setting it free?
That is how the sun makes a tree.
We know this but we fight the fall, cling to the branch that holds us.
In this break-through to the greening of our souls,
are we embracing the gift or giving it?
That is how the light comes in;
that is how the sun makes a tree.
© Linda Beatrice Brown
Oct 18, 2018