I am a palm tree; A perfect blend of past, present and future,
I love storms; Theyre exciting; Within them I am alive -
Because they are within me; And as such become a force for beauty;
Reaffirming my resolve to strengthen the trunk of my spine -- So that it bends in such weather,
Dancing with the wind about one's soul's circumference to keep from breaking;
So that as my roots dig yet deeper, further into the soil of a wretched past;
My palms reach upward caressing heaven's aura --To bless the wings of gulls stooped in prayer;
Seeking to envelope the future, my future; My world expands beyond the light;
As I see, I see that one begets the other - And growth is not an accident.
Neither is wholeness; But a real journey from the earth's very core - out into the universe --
My universe, my journey, my core; And pain is just one of my many, many teachers.
Emmitta