Letting the Old Whisper Tree Be...

I had a "whisper tree"... once.... I thought I had found one...
when I put my mouth on hers... all the secrets I harbored were shed into the light...
A confessional of love and loss... joy and struggle....
Then one day... I found my whisper tree groaning from the strain of not being able to whisper back to me.

I am sorry whisper tree.
Sorry you couldn't speak where your heart hurt.
(because you didn't feel you could or didn't know how)

Sorry I didn't notice the knot in the middle of you growing with sick and pain.

Sorry I hurt our creator when I stole you as my own, ignoring his sacred oak offered for confessional whispers....

I hope you grow despite the gouge I carved.
I hope to see you healthy with lush leaves flowing from extraordinary branches....

So let's welcome the storms as rain,
Let's welcome the wind as breath,
let's long for the son.

and when He comes... with strengthening light and warmth...

I hope one day I'll find shade and companionship in you...
and you'll trust the company and care in me...

and we'll be whispering again...
you with the wind of the creator dancing through you
and I'll be listening this time...matching the song from lessons learned about grace and freedom...
and respect and understanding...
and the only secrets will be the paradox that cannot be spoken of yet must be shared.

I am sorry whisper tree.
Please grow despite me.
Be blessed by your creator.