She’s loving herself gently today,
Sipping on elderflower rose lemonade,
Feeling privileged and fancy.
She crosses her heart,
With the promise to be a spontaneous blessing,
to a stranger in the near future.
She's loving herself sincerely today.
Eyes postured up to the sky,
Her eyelids closed in warm meditation.
Lashes bathed in sunlight,
She invites and cultivates the calm.
She opens her eyes, now aware,
Of a friendly Tree outside of the cafe window.
The Tree moves as she does,
Completely unconcerned and with great joy,
to the sensual sounds of a well-handled guitar,
And lazy day violin.
The Tree nods at the Woman,
And the Woman nods back,
With curiosity and intentions of mutual respect.
A revelation of affinity resounds within them.
Both transplants, attempting resilience.
Though the roots of the Tree are masterful and enduring,
But the roots of the Woman,
As untethered and artful as tentacles.
Two holy creations.
One, utterly blameless.
The other, dragging around much blame.
The Tree, developing in holy and natural obedience.
The Woman, developing in wholly and natural rebellion.
The Woman's breath is shallow and slow,
Though the Tree receives her gift of breath with gratitude,
And gifts back in exhale,
Sighing a prayer of healing to the Woman.
The Woman, feeling slightly unworthy,
Dips her chin downward,
Yet, breathes in a prayer of release.
The wind carries in an answer.
And the weight of blame, vaporizes in the heat of the sun.
With a warm wash of silent resolve,
She raises her head,
in acceptance of this gift of holiness.
The Tree’s leaves, leap in joyous delight.
The Woman's heart squeezes and leaps
Just once in fellowship.
A tear, a smile, and a giggle is shared.
The Tree bows to the Woman,
And the Woman, hand to chest, curtseys back.
In Redemption and Grace.
JESS COFFMAN
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