The Tree of Life is knocking at our door.
Look at the leaves and twigs and branches,
Intermingling and connecting to give us more
Of what we’ve had before.
Does the growth and stagnation end for new chances
To begin with new sprouts of fresh green limbs?
Rest on solid ground and gaze upward
Into the maze of branches that allow us to soar!
by Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
This is a beautiful poem, Deborah.
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It’s important to keep moving forward, not get closed off, and at least answer the door when it knocks. But often fears keep us from opening doors or our hearts and I struggle with this. Your poem is a nice reminder of this fragile balance of keeping soft and not growing too hard.
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Very astute analogy. Thank you!
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I love this, sis. A poem of Spring and hope. xxx
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Sis, I pray the U.S. is soon celebrating both! 🙏
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Me too, sis. ❤
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Love the symbolism Debo!
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Thank you, Balroop!
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Beautiful and encouraging post my friend! How have you been? Do. Keep safe and stay safe!
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