Monday, March 11, 2019

Dear God, I stand tall and still, an oak. You have made my back strong, my shoulders broad, my feet rooted.

All around me the forest burns. My own leaves shrivel, smaller branches are consumed, bark chars.

Still I stand, Lord. The flames dwindle, the rains come, the creatures return. Smaller growth is gone. But in me, life still flows and buds burst, small leaves unfurl.

I alone do not hold up the forest, but you have built me to be one of your pillars. As life returns, let me smile upon the deer who consume my new branches. They need the nourishment and I can afford to stand still and tall.

All your strength, Lord, all your love – you give it to me to pass on to others. Let me shelter them from the rains.

(Letter #1,521)