A mighty wind blew night and day It stole the oak tree's leaves away,
But still the oak tree held it's ground While other plants fell all around.
The oak tree said, "I know that you Can break each branch of mine in two,
"But I have roots stretched in the earth, Growing stronger since my birth.
"Until today, I wasn't sure Of just how much I could endure.
Then snapped it's boughs and pulled it's bark Until the oak was tired and stark
The weary wind gave up and spoke, "How can you still be standing, Oak?"
Carry every leaf away, Shake my limbs and make me sway."
You'll never touch them, for you see, They are the deepest part of me."
But now I've found, with thanks to you, I'm stronger than I ever knew."
This poem was given to me by some dear friends during one our more difficult periods. We were struggeling with the frustations of gaining access to records detailing the events of Nov.7. It boggles my mind that the media and members of the legal system,with no direct connection, can access that information, but the parents of the descedant cannot. Interestingly, these friends knew nothing of our interest
in the symbolism of the Tree of Life. Though a simple gesture, it helped me gain a healthier perspective of my encounters during that process.