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Patience of the Cross Timbers. (Poetry).

Patience of the Cross Timbers

 Hundreds of years growing on a steep hill, desolate, aging
 despite scarce nourishment, they wait for history to recognize them.

 Crooked cedars, centuries old, twist in the shifting light of
 seasons, and cling to a long forgotten hill shared by three-hundred-

 year-old post oaks, every head cut off by lightning, every stump
 holding out side limbs like wires on ragged and weathered
 clothes-line poles.

 Recorded history reveals itself in the cross timbers' rings, some
 narrow as a spider's thread, examined not by eye, but magnified to
 count

 each period of drought, season of rain, each scarring fire, tornado,
 flood, times of settlement and grazing. Washington Irving slept here

 among the timbers, now a century older, and proclaimed them
 beautiful. They have waited these years to hear it once again.

 I wait. Transition is permanent. I understand these trees which grow
 around rock and moss, trees which stretch limbs in crooked lines

 seeking elusive light, trying to catch the run-away water, clinging
 to life long enough to leave a legacy on the land before becoming

 firewood. Their endurance, spirituality of patience, their
 mandala of encyclopedic rings. What they have is what I want.


Cynthia Gustavson is a psychotherapist at a pastoral counseling center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The cross timbers are remains of old growth forest in the South Central United States.
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Author:Gustavson, Cynthia
Publication:Sojourners
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Date:Sep 1, 2003
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