Sacred Grove

In the sacred grove lay secrets from the past for the future
Touching the grey furrowed bark of a grandfather oak, I listen
Be in the now, it’s all you have, this moment here, you and I

I weep for all the could-be’s and should-have-been’s
Wasted moments
I weep for the spread of dull apathy

A bridge rests quietly amongst the aged sentinels
It spans not water but history itself
A remembrance of by-gone days
Those of community, well-being, personal pride, hard work, and temperance
Crossing over allows me that glimpse, new possibilities cover my eyes

Oh grandfather!
What have you been witness to!
Teach me, I am listening!

Let us share a meal, soak in the warmth of the sun, wind caressing our skin
Let us talk and laugh and listen and lean in closer, shoulders bumping
Together we stretch time, negating its power
Glancing over, I fall deeper in love

Branches sway, leaves twist and rest, every direction I look is peace and joy
Uncertainty melts little by little
You have brought new life to my heart
Teach me more, I will listen!

Perhaps there are no secrets for the future
Perhaps all we truly have, is here


tara caribou | ©️2025 photos by me

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