You are the tree that draws me

Each time I visit this place of retreat.

I see in your broken limbs

The challenges you have faced.

I see the wounds that have healed

So you can grow.

I see twisted branches formed as

You traveled on your crooked journey

To wholeness.

I see your branches spread out wide

As far as they can go,

Open with wisdom and compassion to

Enfold those who lean against your trunk.

I thank you for being my anchor each time.