or in many places as a Threshold Choir. This group meets monthly on the 3rd Tuesday at St Catherine’s
at 6 p.m. A time to enjoy release and a deepening peace. Nothing is required.
This writing is new.
Any Day Now
We have been companions for over 10 years.
And I may be the only one who visits you now.
Upright, stripped of all bark, you stand, shattered,
by the side of the road, your roots have decayed
into dust. No one around could possibly refute
that we might have been born on the same day.
Your silence is a silence I know. Your grace is
a grace we share. Hemlock, Fir, Shore Pine, or
Spruce, all distinguishing signs are gone now.
Early on, longing for communion, I wanted to bring
you home, build a welcoming nest in your
remaining branches. Even then, I could only
imagine your full green stature. And now
gravity is lowering you back to the earth.
One day, maybe within a year or two,
possibly sooner, you will finally be down,
any resistance released.
Across the street from a graveyard, you have
witnessed countless arrivals and goodbyes.
As I consider all this, I imagine you as an old friend,
your days graced by the sounds of the ocean, as
you finish out your time in the warm sands
of a dune. Only a broken snag, claiming
no shaft of canopy light and little space,
there is an urgency now as you bow down
on the days that I pass, apparently still,
yet falling.