Meet me there

Come and meet me here
In the breeze
That continues its gentle dance
Through the leaves
High in the branches of this Tree.

I stand here alone waiting
For three or more to gather
Around the rooted strength
of the towering mighty tree.

I don't enjoy the feel
Of having to stand alone,
But I continue in spite
Because I know my place

When my impatience begins
Its revelation
I think of the Tree,
Growing here
Rooted and unmoving
Suportive and guiding
Here to provide shelter
A dome of love and peace
Given freely and without cause

Some join me but my numbers are few.
Even less are not mirages.
Yet I endure
And seek the beginning.

The Tree of life before me
Wordly things behind
I press on without diversion
In hope of gaining another
To stand beside me
and water the seeds
Our Tree leaves behind.

Some accept the gift.
Others will not have it
Many are unsure
And only they can decide.

I hope they will understand
And know the right choice for them
But I also hope they will help
Some time in some place
with allowing the Tree to grow.

As time continues
and I find I'm at an end
I discover that I'm not truly gone
From the plans for me.
They continue and I'm no longer alone.
My patience never grows weary
and I find I'm filled with joy

Our Tree extends around the world
It's root is deep and secure
No one can ever rip it out
Of the hearts of those that are pure.

My turmoil was for something
Greater than myself
and I find I'm immensely blessed
In my abundant spiritual wealth.

God is my guidance
Someone I can trust
And one day we will know
He provides the fruits of our labors
And I was never alone.