The bonsai tree
Celebration of Love
A Need for Love
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
World of Love
Poems of Love and Hope
Mission Statement
