Sunday, October 23, 2005

A Tree Knelt In Praise

I know that I shall never see
A poem that bows quite like our tree
A tree who like us loved to pray
In adoration every day

A tree who humbly knelt in praise
To God and never chose to raise
Itself above the other trees
Instead remained as if on knees

A tree who gave our scholars shade
And never asked that it be paid
A tree whose needles never hurt
But gently fell upon the dirt

A tree whose worth cannot be told
Or ever lent or bought with gold
A tree who showed us all its height
With God by bowing with delight

It taught us all to clearly see
A Garden lies beneath a tree
And then it showed us with a sigh
That trees, like us, must also die

In an age of folly, play and mirth
A tree has died with brow on earth

-Hamza Yusuf / March 2005

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4 Comments:

Blogger Jane said...

Interesting variation of Joyce Kilmer's "Trees."

10/24/2005 05:10:00 AM  
Blogger LouLou said...

Hi Jane,

"Interesting variation of Joyce Kilmer's "Trees."

Yes that's what I thought too. Do you write poetry?

10/24/2005 08:21:00 AM  
Blogger Al Sharief said...

Now I get about Poetry & Philosophy :)

Loved both Kilmer's & Hamza's

10/24/2005 10:19:00 PM  
Blogger Jane said...

I have never been one to write poetry and I am not well-versed. However when I was ten our english teacher made us memorize "Trees" and to this day I can still recite it.

10/26/2005 04:34:00 AM  

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