Worship (Barthalomew Sonnet)
The task today is how to carve a tree
our solemn way: make totems of a tree:
fox shapes, crow forms, wise masks. Just any tree
won't do. In storms, look for a dancing tree;
in calm, go seek a stately, whispering tree
that, like a church, holds quiet. Hear that tree--
unguarded conversation of a tree
is worry about squirrels, bird nests.
Tree
of Life, of beams, the Balm of Gilead--tree
that sways, and dreams of sails. A secret tree
with beauty hidden in growth rounds of tree
for lumber.
If you find the proper tree
the first sun catches golden on that tree
while lasting rays cling longest on that tree.
Copyright © Robert Temple | Year Posted 2008
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