My Juniper Tall

Upon a barren desert you stand Sweet Juniper wooded and tall, All that you seek is a little space Under the blue heavens to sprawl. Does your forlorn wait over eons Beget sacred blessings for you? Or is it disguised meditation Of which mortals have not a clue? Do you wait for a beloved dear Who has abandoned thee and gone? Or is it some strange mystical ploy Not some game to be lost or won? Yet there is something about your wait Bearing lessons one needs to learn, Great patience that refuses to ebb A will-power which is so stern. You endure the mountain storm and wind And you endure the freezing rain, Sweating under a sweltering sun Of your hurt you never complain. I wonder if you try embracing Nomadic clouds that saunter by, For I know your heart is lonely too Cause there is none to hear you sigh. You are a sacrament of the God's Heavens poem upon the earth, Revered footsteps of divinity Beyond fabled treasures of worth. ***********