4 a.m.

i've tree filled thoughts,
at this frail hour
wondering how......

through all those freezing winter nights
or 
beneath the heat of scorching summer suns
below your deep, deep roots
absorb water from seemingly
desert dry places

causing beautiful leaves 
on broken limbs
that provide 
shade for weary travelers, 
nesting for the homeless wren,
fruit for a hungry soul

beloved tree
blooming in a silent soul
how i wish
that i could be more like
thee

closure or hope?

all those things 

you say through prayers -

i've said a thousand times

i know god is tired

whether it be 

a 

slap 

or 

nakedness -

there are just some things

that cannot be said

with those 

twenty-six letters

we call

"the alphabet"