Morning Sycamore Service
The sycamore
leaf waving
as if to get my attention at first i thought so jolly
and i stood and watched
“hello! hello greeting me, hello
hello yes hello hello i see
you’re greeting me hello
and i greet you, this morning”
*
and then
*
i felt it
*
whoa, no!
you need me for something
what is this attention that you need from me?
*
and i looked and so
quickly so
obviously there was this huge
great
bold
spike of a thorn
piercing through your whole presence
pushing through what would have been
your heart, in maybe
twenty or thirty years time
and
i stopped just now to pick up some fallen oak leaves
it’s coming soon
the real turning
the beginning we have begun to turn
oh yes and back
to my sycamore
*
and so
*
i looked and i thought well
i can just move this very rapidly
*
i picked it up a bit that had no thorns
i said
“excuse me, mr thorn!
you need to just sit-tuh
somewhere that’s not going to bother missis sycamore so much.”
so i moved it, a little bit
and as i moved it one of the lower branches that had been being
touched
by the
thorns
started waving vigorously
“oh so happy so free so happy so free so happy so free”
and then i looked up and the other one was branching too and then
the whole
the other arm was waving too and then the whole tree seemed as if it like
hhsssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhaaaooooooooooooohhhhh
took this huge sigh, of relief
and
its
all of its leaves stretched
out
and ffffff
down
and gave a little bow of thanks, and i said
*
“thank you for showing me that i had a way to help you this morning,
thank you for the joy it brought me to offer you this kindness.
and i hope you go on your way miss-is sycamore.”
and i hope I go on my way.