Classic Poem

Now God has given me
The sureness of a tree:
My heart flows out of my breast
Into a tree, for rest.

Still must I fall like water
Shattered in spray;
Still must I go as the wind goes
Feeling her way;
Still, as a fire eat upward
Through smothering pain;
Still break and yield as a flower breaks
In beating rain:

But when I must have rest
My heart flows out of my breast,
Slips out of herself, is free.
At last God gives to me
The wisdom of a tree.