I thought he was holding a shield. It was
A light. It showed the skeleton
Of a leaf. Sometimes an
Entire tree glows in the sun.
And how sweet the inner and
The outer lights together, how
Fine when human beings walking
Home see the muscled bough
Of a sycamore. You cannot
Speak to a tree of compromise.
There is no compromise. The goal
Of goals is to shine before your eyes
The light of the first thought, the thought
Of tree trunks, from which branches
Hang with leaves that reflect sweet inner
Light. And the white of avalanches
Exposes the red soil, as sages
Learn when they become elders.
Even at night you can see the gold
Blended to the silver by welders.
Yaacov David Shulman