It's Five Minute Friday - five minutes of nonstop, unedited free writing on the prompt of Lisa-Jo's choice (and I must say, I am very excited about this week's prompt!) Click here to join in, and to see others' posts!
"I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree..."
I've always loved trees. When I was 6, I wrote my first report, of my own volition, on trees. They're beautiful and peaceful, and I'm an allegory-minded person, understanding things best through an oblique approach, reveling in the poetry that lines the ordinary and everyday. To me, trees speak of so many things...
---of the value of patience, as an acorn slowly becomes a mighty oak. But not only is it a testament to the waiting, it also speaks of root-growth, happening unseen underground, and of the strength of a hardwood to weather a storm, when a faster-growing shoot will split under pressure.
---of healing, as I see towering pillars struck by lightning that not only survived the blast, but also sealed the wound and continued to grow - perhaps not as perfect as they were before, but refusing to allow a scar to stop their growth.
---of the enduring nature of hope, as even dying leaves turn brilliant in Autumn, and tree-blood recedes to wait until the promise of Spring, when new shoots and buds will emerge (in all of their pollen-y glory).
---of the trust needed to put down roots, believing that where God has placed me is the place that I can best thrive, be it in a well-watered garden by a flowing river, or in a desert place where I will have to dig - so deep - in order to reach the Living Water I need to survive.
---of beauty in utility, for each unique tree provides something of value, be it fruit or nuts or shade or lumber, and they all take the toxins we produce and replace them with the oxygen that we need to breathe. Oh, to shift the negativity of others, and turn it into healing balm, instead!
---and, most of all, of initials carved inside a heart, because, in a gloriously a propos twist, the name I married into is Burch.