Rejoice,
for your place in Life,
so particular, so vast,
is eternally established:
Who you are,
as singular as your name,
is braided in,
inextricably,
to the epic song
of elemental harmony
You are known,
You are needed,
and your words and actions
will always
bring forth their intended fruits.
Rejoice,
for your names are written in heaven.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2015
How wonderful that the birch tree I have planted with my own hands should have become part of a poem. It makes me feel warm inside ~ and thankful.
S.
Thanks for sharing that detail — it adds special value to the picture.