Sit here.
I will bear you
and whatever burdens
you carry
while you breathe
the sacred air
of my forest.

Rest here.
I am old and worn
but I will hold
your memories
and dreams
in this place
trouble does not abide.

Tarry here.
There is no need
to hurry.
I was here
before today
and will remain
when you have gone.

Heal here.
And when you are ready
gather up
what is important.
Leave the rest
for the breeze to scatter,
the rain to wash away.


© by Sara Sarna.
Used with the author’s permission.