To Be Created
The trees speak...
The human world is busy and full of obligations that would confuse any bear, rabbit or owl about their real importance. So on those rare days when I stumble into the woods the other animals seem startled, yet the trees welcome me asking, Where are you going? Why have you come here? What can we offer you? I walk silently, but the deeper I go into the dense thicket of my rooted being, the sun and moon, the wind and rain, all take a turn showing me their faces. Later, in my bed at night, I will wake in the stillness confronted by this truth: I have come to be created.
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- Jonah · November 12‹ Heavy TruthsMy Breath ›