I saw the roots growing
Meandering through the rocks
I saw them prying and winding
Around and into the hard places
I saw the tree grow and flourish
As slowly, relentlessly, painfully
The rocks become good soil
I saw the roots winding reaching
Deeper and deeper
Into creation’s soul,
Into mine.
I saw it bloom
I ate the fruit.
I saw that
It is good.
I tasted and
It is good.
Learning
Learning to wait quietly
Patiently
Still
...still
Learning to forgo the stepping
Until God says
Now.
Now!
Learning to balance here before
stretching
There.
There?
Learning that learning
Is hard
And slow
so slow.
Lord, teach me to learn you
in
silence.
Listening to a Tree 09/12/2021
The rock beneath the branch beckoned
I said thank you and sat.
I waited. Perhaps I should move.
Perhaps I should walk.
But the tree said “look.”
And I looked.
It's wilted leaves,
Turning red from stress,
Not autumn, told me
“Sometimes it is just hard.
Sometimes I am weary.”
So I stayed and listened.
I heard there under the tree
Upon a rock
By the bridge
The cricket. The bird.
I saw white fledgling feathers
Discarded for flight.
“I am weary and thirsty,'' said the tree.
“But if you will stay and listen
You will hear life.”
Beside my ear it's wilted leaves rustled
And a breeze, a breath refreshed me.
Thank you great one,
Planted and ignored in the noise of life.
Thank you for speaking to me.
Showing me life,
Though you are weary.
I stood to leave
But turned to bow
And knew God.
