Here I Stand

Here,
Here I stand
Observer.
Observer of time,
Time passes,
Sunrise to sunset,
Sunset to sunrise.
Time,
Time to observe.

Here.
Here I stand,
Protector of buck and bear,
Guardian of fox and feather.
Beware, buck and bear,
Heed the sound,
Hear the wind,
Hear.

Hear as I stand,
A listener,
Listener of Mother Nature,
Listener of conversations.
Hush and howl,
Whoosh and crunch,
Listener of love.
Love.

Here, I am,
Whole.
Wholesome as the warmth of the sun,
Chilled by the wind and water,
Weighted by the snow and bricks.
Here, I am wholly,
Wholly yours.

Here, I am.
Here I am your helper,
Becoming one with you
To take the weight,
The weight of the brick and block,
To take the weight off of your shoulders.
You put it on me,
We become one,
Whole.

Here,
Though I stand,
I rust.
Yet, it is me you trust.
Here, I stand
Protector,
Observer
Listener
Helper
Wholly yours.

This, I ask of you,
Hear me,
Through the wind’s gust,
Through the sun’s warmth,
Through the hole.
When I falter,
Please recall
Where I stood
For one and all.

Here, I stood
Waiting to wander
With you, my friend

Here, I Stand an original poem by Hope S. Blecher Croney. Hope’s Compass of Creativity and Curiosity: I connected some of this to the feeling of the Shema. As I wrote and looked at the wheelbarrow, I became curious and found this explanation related to the Shema, Why Do We Cover Our Eyes for Shema? – Chabad.org