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.

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