THE MOTHER TREE AND I
Written By: © Krystal LaRee Barnes
Today I write upon the remains
of a once existing tree
As we light the yule log
Watching it go up in flames
Mother, Mother
I feel you, Mother
I did not want them to light the tree
But voices speak
Feed the fire
Fuel the fire
With every rage and all of heat
With every moment of disillusion
All that has been breached
Leaving behind a scent of death
Of loss, of failing life
Of an enduring fight
An endless battle cry
Igniting the same
Manifesting your pain
Your rage
Your hope for peace
I cry your name
I feel your pain
Your loss, your cry
The silent shame
In all of this
I praise your name
I pray amidst the fire
Ever growing
Never ceasing
I dance upon hot coals
The heat, it stings
But rather I to feel
Than to never know
The fallen wood
The coals
The heat
The flame
Raging
Bounding
Ever increasing
Traveling upwards
With the smoke
To the heavens
To thee
To grace thy feet
You feel the heat of the flames
The destruction
Never to emerge again
But then,
From the ashes,
A root
A sprout
Regrowth from the kindling
The residue of death
Morphing into life
Strong and firmly planted
Standing symbol of new life
Prosperity
Rebirth
End of strife
Resilience to the flame
Which torched your bark
All the same and yet
You’re never fully left
You were in it all
In the birth
In the growth
In the life
In the death
In the regrowth
The rebirth
You were in it all
The Mother Tree can never fall
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