Nature is a powerful force that deeply connects us to healing Love. God created all of nature to reflect His love for us. He is Faithful Love, and the world of nature is a picture of that deep love.
During a dark season of uncertainty in my life, I would often walk to the end of an old gravel road to be alone with God. No one could see me or hurt me in that sacred place. I was surrounded by the peaceful wind and the trees. I could cry there. I could heal there. I could hear Love’s voice.
Allow yourself to be still in God’s creation. Allow yourself to be loved in the world He designed just for you.
THE TREES WERE FAITHFUL
The trees were faithful
Ever stood
Tapping leaves,
Straight white bark,
Curling arms.
As evening melts the sky
The leaves ripple…
Warm sky colors
Wrap the darkened leaves,
Calmly darkened leaves,
Set against the backdrop of
An evening sky.
As if one could not exist
Without the other.
A blended beacon of peace-
Rooted trees and peaceful, magical skies
Lending strength and stillness
To the earth and to
Each other.
I watched those trees for many years:
Green, then brilliant,
Then grey,
And green again.
In the quiet dark each night
They patiently listened to my lament.
I watched the branches dip low and the
Leaves flicker…
The only thing still and calm in my world.
I longed to be
Rooted and still
With the trees.
I looked to their constancy and
Never failing branches,
And unyielding trunks.
Their leaves and branches told wild stories of
Storms and snow and healing sunlight.
Grounded but not unmoved.
Rooted but still vulnerable
To the wind and chaos.
In the wreckage of my life,
I could count on this-
The trees were always faithful.
I walked to the end of the gravel dirt road, and
Hid myself among these great witnesses;
Witnesses to my tears and cries for help,
Keepers of a thousand secrets,
And loyal to the ground beneath them.
They saw my pain
And did not turn away;
The trees were safety.
I took refuge in the reflection
Of their straight and scattered forms
In the nearby pond;
The illusion of upside down towers
Plunging down into deep glass.
No judgment from these friends.
No harsh words spoken in anger.
No fear of drowning… of losing my ability
To breathe.
My steady constant- they never left.
Never uprooted.
Never disingenuous.
They were true to themselves
and true to the earth
and true to me.
The trees were always faithful.