The Understory of the Leaf

By: Carole L. Haines

He will be like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season, And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers. (Psalm 1:3)

Let me be as one of these leaves

I see outside my window screen

Just hanging, waiting for the breeze

to lift it high to swing and smile

Moon-kissed leaves of peace,

just clustering with others who wait and seek

Content simply to be chosen and free

no higher calling, no greater thought

Then being surrendered to The Master’s love.

His breath, His beck and call

Clinging ’til I can cling no more,

watching, waiting on my Lord

A part of something wider than the sky above

Or earth beneath, that Understory of the Leaf

Ah to be so content, just waiting, yielding,

No more striving, twisting, simply calmly lifting

As He gently whispers that hidden name

That only He knows, again and again

Lifting my gaze to match with His

quieting my heart till all is still

I wait at His feet, sitting content

To be simply His own, awaiting His breath