The tree

The tree

silver

barren

lifeless.

beauty

gone?

The tree

still.

To gaze upon

turning

turning

fading

in and out

The tree

a glimmer

hope radiates

each branch

each strand

each needle

to another

a highlight

a memory

long ago

forgotten

dreams ...

The tree

like a prism

bright

in

noon day sun

do you see?

the colors

playing

the golds

and reds

and turquoise blues

and greens

Silvery blue

like wide open spaces

sky

with storm

looming

and

cool swift water

lazily

flowing

over rocks

and stones

Bright green

like fresh grass

and flowers

budding,

bursting forth

in

springtime

beauty

gold

the fabric of life

born and reborn

and born

again

The richness

of God's grace

springs

eternal

red

embers glowing

stop.

Be mindful

Reflect

Listen

to your heart

The wheel

round and round

spinning

specks

of light

travel

up and up

to the top

and down

again

Warmth

and

coldness

together

apart

"To Everything

there is

a

season

a

time

for

every

purpose

under heaven."

(Ecclesiastes 3:1 NKJV)

The seasons

continue

begin

and stop

again and again

"That which is

has already

been,

and

what is to be

has already been. ...

that which

has been

is

what will be

That which is

done

is what will be

done."

(Ecclesiastes 3:15, 1:9)

One season

to

another

We live

We die

We live again

The tree

Is it lifeless

Is there no beauty

Is there meaning

or has it been lost

Is there peace

(c) January 17, 2011