Lean and leaning,
top-heavy with a mop
of madly splaying frond hair,
regally towering above
and swaying precipitously
in the slightest tropical breeze
yet holding tenaciously as
gales blow mighty--
a miracle of strong fragility,
as wind and trees dance,
ebb and flow
in a divine choreography,
reaching for the vault of heaven
and cantillating in a counterpoint
of creaks and cracks.
Liz McFadzean
“Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me…unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily.” Frederick Buechner