Slowly she celebrated the
sacrament of letting go.
First she surrendered her
green,
then the orange, yellow,
and red.
finally she let go of her
own brown.
Shedding her last leaf
she stood empty and
silent, stripped bare.
Leaning against the
winter sky,
she began her vigil of
trust.
Shedding her last leaf,
she watched it journey to
the ground.
She stood in silence
wearing the colors of
emptiness,
her branches wondering,
How do you give shade
with so much gone?
And then,
the sacrament of waiting
began.
The sunrise and the
sunset watched with tenderness.
Clothing her with
silhouettes
that kept her hope alive.
They helped her to
understand that
her vulnerability,
her dependence and need,
her emptiness, her readiness
to receive,
were giving her a new
kind of Beauty.
Every morning and every
evening they stood in silence,
and celebrated together
the sacrament of waiting.
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