|Evening view from our deck, Pacific Northwest|
Enya remembers trees
and I would rather, too.
Remember, that is--
summer trees--lush and green,
flower draped, glistening color and sunlight.
Full of life, saturated with purpose,
giving shelter and shade,
returning live breaths to the atmosphere they inhabit,
covered head to toe
cloaked in a wardrobe of wonder,
branches raised in praise.
But alas, the truth is--
bare branches framed against the sky paint a stronger, more sure picture.
Their form and structure
revealed only by what isn't there...
Just barren bones holding up the air--
a perch for birds perhaps
or the perfect place to hang a swing.
a support for others,
a trunk for clinging to,
leaning against in the fiercest storms.
Autumn trees are best,
showing me what's needful there
to grow on, build on, add to when the summer comes...
Solomon Episcopal Retreat Center
Rachel Zoe DuPlessis. Used by Permission
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