Leaning Into Life

Like the cedar leaning precariously
towards the light,
roots pulling away from that which anchors it,
risking uprooting completely,
I too lean toward the elusive
goodness of truth.
Most trees, content to grow straight and tall
accept the space they’ve been given,
stunted from lack of light but
not yearning for anything.
But I and the cedar
see something more
that appears within reach
if we bend towards it,
let go of more,
be content with less
in the hope that what remains
will nourish and sustain
our awkward position
of hope.

©Sharron R. McMillan