If I could take you
to the woods
with me
lie down, without notice,
next to the youngest
pine in the clearing
without you asking why,
or walking on,
then I would take you
to the woods
with me.
If I could bury my face
in the sky,
and cry through
eyes of green
at green pine needles
waving their playful palms
Hello
against blue
without you asking why,
or walking on,
then I would take you
to the woods
with me.
Sometimes it’s better
to go to the church
Alone
in case you have
something to confess.
Sometimes it’s better
to go to the church
Alone
in case the sound of angels
be drowned
by friendship’s sweet whispers
of love and longing.
I should take my
Self
to the woods
Alone,
disappear for a moment,
sing along,
with only the fox
as witness,
and return home
Empty
And all at once
Whole
knowing you were there
in the woods
with me.
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Artwork by Sue Barrasi
I love love love this poem. I wanted to think up something better to say, but I think that says it all. ❤
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-wow, this piece really relates to the painting.
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Thank you so much Sue, it means a lot that you enjoyed the pairing of this poem with your art… It felt like exactly the image to be shown with Lauren’s beautiful words in this piece. Your artwork is truly lovely.
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Thank you, Sue! And thanks to Tara for always finding great images.
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