The tree that is me..

What am I?

A wife, a mother, daughter, sister, aunt and friend...
A worker, a dreamer, listener with shoulder wet from tears.

I am like a tree extending the branches of my being out toward others..

And upwards toward Him!

I am a babe needing the nourishment of attentive and protective care.

 Straining to grow stronger and confident in my person-hood.

A gangly girl sitting high in the branches of the tree that is me...

Looking down...waiting.

For what do I wait?

To be rescued and carried back down to the ground?

For others to join me, perched atop the world?

Here I sit observing life.

Giggling joy one day..

Weeping unconsoled the next.

What a strange paradox!

Some would say I am simply unstable.

Too hormonal..too moody...too emotional.

Perhaps these judgements are valid. 

I cannot blame others for thinking I "swing" too much!

But there's more to me than meets the eye...

For it seems to me that I am sitting between Heaven and Earth

With eyes wide open..staring into the day-span of the world.

With Him.

Together on the tree.

Sharing the sacred space...dwelling in the holy here.

When will I come down..will I come down at all?

I don't know.

It's really up to Him.

I'm too small to get down all by myself.

And don't ask me how I got up this far on my own, because I don't know that either!

Except to say that as I began to climb He must have grabbed my hand.

I didn't see him do it..I just felt a pull and suddenly I was up here.

Higher than I meant to go.

Sometimes I get so dizzy!

Never did have a good head for heights.

Some days I have to shut my eyes hard until the spinning stops..
 And on opening them I see

Him smiling at me, saying "You're alright."

"I am still with you..I won't let you fall."

What am I?

Just a mere child clinging tightly to the Branch!

Nothing more....