This poem was forwarded by a dear friend of mine and reflects what often goes through my mind as the wandering across the globe and into some very difficult situations continues. If ever we need reminders as to “why” we do things, this helps! It reminds me of the little ones scattered throughout the globe waiting for someone to come rescue them and give them the safety and ability to dream. Dreams for children should not have to come at the expense of their sacrifice nor vulnerability. Come journey with Hope For the Silent Voices as we step into these lives and bring a voice to the vulnerable globally.
When I Am Among the Trees
by Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
And call out, “Stay Awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.”