Friday, August 12, 2011
Reverently walking among ancient giants
hushed voices barely carry as we marvel
at the majesty and longevity of these majestic
trees, mourn the ones laid out into between
their descendants, at rest finally after
centuries of vigilance.
I at last understand how a forest can be
a cathedral full of Spirit as my eyes are
drawn higher and higher and the
rays of the sun trickle down in
blessing to my upturned face.
Pictures do not capture the scope of
their lives and our wonder.
(Posted for Theme Thursday, "Tree", 8/11/11)