Birch tree

Birch tree

stripped bare

like me

No leaves to receive

the rain

Nothing left

to give or gain

Glowing white

in the mist

Twigs too thin

to clench a fist

Birch tree

stripped bare

like me

Nothing to offer but silence

Rummaging through the cupboards of my soul

I find I have nothing to offer you.

Where is the spiritual nourishment I want to share?

The refreshing tidbit of wisdom

to savour on the tip of your tongue?

 

Looking, looking, I come up empty…

 

All I can offer is a bit of space

for you to lay down your burdens,

a bare shelf in my heart

you’re welcome to fill with your sorrows

or joys.

 

I will sit with you, friend,

and offer the silence your story needs

to come out and dance.