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"I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree..."
[Joyce Kilmer]

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.


Joy said…
Hi - it's Joy from Five Minute Friday!
I've never thought of trees as a sign of healing before. Of strength and patience, yes, but healing? That was a new one for me. But it's an image I love. Next time I see a tree scarred by lightning or other insult, I will remember healing. Thank you for that image.
Emily said…
Love this!! So glad I stopped by, thanks for sharing!
Richelle Wright said…
this was awesome. i've written about that unseen root growth underground before and it makes for an amazing allegory!

great 5 minute write.
Kayla said…
Aww. So sweet. I love the ending. :)

Beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed each aspect you were able to highlight... thought-provoking for me as well!
Anonymous said…
I love this post! I was drawn to your picture on the linkup from Five Minute Friday, and then found that we both referenced the Joyce Kilmer poem, though I chose a different line :) Thanks for your beautiful reflections!
Lisa said…
Wow, there's a lot here to ponder. This is delightful. I think you could post extensively on any one of these points. Love your deep thinking. Visiting from FMF. Blessings.

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