The Neighborhood

Living here,

I’ve seen things

Come and go.

The steady, the

Constant, reminding

Me to let go,

and make room for

Another. 

The comfort

Of a tree that

Would blossom

Every Spring

And encourage

Me to hope

For Future things-

Now cut down

And gone.

The presence

Of a girl,

Sisterly,

Who helped

Me not feel

Alone-

now left

And Gone, like

The Tree.

Letting go…

I wonder?

Now what

New faces

will I see?

Who will

Emerge from

Captivity?

What new

Blossoms will

Awaken me?

From Evergreens

To the fire of

a burning bush?

Upward…

My true home is not

Here on Earth…

Downward…

I must be constantly

letting go..

Forever…

With my face

Turned towards

Heaven's son...