It’s a very blustery day here in Baltimore, which reminds me of a poem I wrote a few years ago:


Wind Pruning


Winter winds jostle the trees.

High limbs mingle and tangle

In a wild dance.

The last few brown leaves

Are torn from their hold.

Dead branches clack and

Crack against the live,

And break and fall.

Thick and deep, the hidden roots

Hug the earth more tightly.


Move me, O Holy Spirit Wind.

Shake me, make me know

Your Presence. Break off

My dead parts and whirl them away.

Then, like a tree swaying

In the winter winds, I will

Raise my arms and wave in praise,

Yet hold my ground,

Rooted, pruned, clean.