Like Nothing We’ve Ever Seen



It’s so easy to keep walking,
to keep working, to keep talking,
without thought of why we do it
only wanting to get through it.

But then a red tree rises before us
while the stars all sing in chorus.
It’s like nothing we’ve heard or seen
and makes us more than we have been.

And yet, we assume we’re not enough,
somehow lacking the right stuff.
How much has this world been denied
by those simply too afraid to try?

………~ Carol Wiebe

The Red Tree Sees


About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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4 Responses to Like Nothing We’ve Ever Seen

  1. Carol Boyer says:


    Boy did you hit the correct note with this poem! What an awful thought to be to afraid to try- but I know a few who are. The thought makes me sad for all the lost opportunities…. Life is a feast and lots of folks are starving….
    Keep Creating!

  2. How true that we not only deny ourselves by our fears, but the world. That raises the ante on learning to risk growth and to bravely step beyond what we fear to try.

    • Carol Wiebe says:

      Yes, Paulann. When I am tempted to let fear overtake me, I recite the names of people I admire, whom I perceive as having done good things in the world. And I think, if they can keep on, if they can do what they do in the face of all there is to fear, I can do no less.

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