We are the mother …designed to protect …designed to nurture
We are the source of the world’s breath… …the integral piece of the puzzle
We are the roots that bind life to this world
*in a small town in New Jersey, USA, more than 250 lush, beautiful trees (some more than 300 years old) have been slated for destruction. In a rush for a new sports field, the town seems to have forgotten the value of these beautiful sentinels, many of whom stood witness to George Washington’s tragic winter at Jockey Hollow. It breaks my heart…
Her story can be divined in her twisted, hoary lines Each pock and gouge a badge of endurance Her beauty does not sparkle or blind Rather, Father Time has painted her with his richest crimson Layering copper on flame To offset the smudge of ash and granite
Her value is no longer assessed by what she produces But by what she has endured.
The years have infused each wrinkle…
…with a fascination that eclipses the simple veneer of beauty.
(these photos were taken at Cockatoo Island in Sydney Harbour, Australia)
If a bit of you Could change the world Would you bestow it?
If that small piece could…
Give light to a dark journey Give breath to a poet Give love that extra moment
Would you entrust it to another?
Some smallest bit No longer needed …no longer used
Would you give it to another… …and change their world?
(there is a lovely blogger named Julie (http://juliegreenart.com) who asked me to write a piece about organ donation. Julie is very involved in FilmLife Project (http://www.filmlifeproject.org/), which spotlights short films on the beauty/importance of organ donation. It is a joyous read — have a look!)