The giant weeping beech tree outside the front entrance stands as a sentinel, keeping watch over all who come to Mercy by the Sea. This old and mighty tree shelters the entryway, almost as if to say:
“All who enter here are held with care.”
In many cultures the weeping beech is considered a sacred tree and is thought to have protective effects. It is a symbol of rebirth, new beginnings and growth. How apt as a welcoming presence! This is the blessing we hope for all who walk under the tree and through the doorway.
The next time you visit Mercy by the Sea you are invited to pause at the tree and recall this poem by David Wagoner entitled, “Lost”.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.