His Arms Stretched Out to Me

I stand here,
I see his arms stretched out to me,
On windy night I hear him call my name.

I stand here,
I see his arms stretched out to me,
I know he wishes me to come to him.

I stand here,
I see his arms stretched out to me,
Every time I see him, his arms are stretched out more and more.

I stand here,
I see his arms stretched out to me,
I do not wish to go to him, yet.

I stand here,
I see his arms stretched out ot me,
I know he wishes me to become a part of him and nourish him like many have before.

As I stand here,
And see his arms stretched out to me,
I know someday I will become a part of him but for now, this tree which sits in a grave yard must wait for my eternal rest.

~ Circa 1996 (edited 2011)