Today is Veterans Day. I ran across this poem a while back and thought I’d save it for today’s Evotional. It made me mindful of those among us who live as veterans of various wars—the sacrifices they made, the burdens they may still shoulder, and the images they continue to carry. Beyond that, the poem speaks to me of grief—the kind of real, authentic grief we carry when we lose someone close to us.
Blessings to you this week in all that is good and true.
Ben
“Cello” by Dorianne Laux
When a dead tree falls in a forest
it often falls into the arms
of a living tree. The dead,
thus embraced, rasp in wind,
slowly carving a niche
in the living branch, sheering away
the rough outer flesh, revealing
the pinkish, yellowish, feverish
inner bark. For years
the dead tree rubs its fallen body
against the living, building
its dead music, making its raw mark,
wearing the tough bough down,
moaning in wind, the deep
rosined bow sound of the living
shouldering the dead.
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