They Gather Me Up by Cheryl Marlene

They Gather Me Up

They gather me up
These trees
They gather me up
To mend my wounds
And restore the depth of my soul
To the balance of me.

They gather me up
Roots and branches
Tops and tips
Bending to match the height
Of my heart in their presence.

They gather me
As a prayer to the wind
And absolution to the soil
And the moments of Grace
Which I forget
When the trees are left forgotten
Because I have lost myself.

They gather me up
As gentle reminder
That I am seen and loved.
Like these trees
I matter
They gather me up.