
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


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


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.