Jeremiah 17:7-8(ESV)
7 “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
whose trust is the Lord.
8 He is like a tree planted by water,
that sends out its roots by the stream,
and does not fear when heat comes,
for its leaves remain green,
and is not anxious in the year of drought,
for it does not cease to bear fruit.”
Trees make me think of history
and of grief {like when I wrote this}
and of all of the ways
in which we fight to live another day.
We reach the roots of our lives
and touch the generations gone by.
This tree is always calling
us home.
To think beyond the narrow
confines of our own lives
and existence.
To reach for something eternal
and the weighty stuff that never passes away.
I want to sink right deep into
this place from which I have come
it seems a very real part of
a very needed healing to
the anchorless days that have sent
me adrift too often.
And to trust in all that feeds and nourishes
that I cannot see.
To know that there is a sun and it rises in
the east and sets in the west
and spans the globe as it has
throughout time.
And there are rains that fall in the humid
and the arid for her needs.
There is a hand that sustains and gives
life instead of the dry and shriveled
wherever a soul seeks the Giver of that Life
that will not fade.
And this is where I plant myself in the
dreary days of a long winter setting in
in a home still so new
from an aching
heart missing all I have seen and touched
for most of my life.
But there is the sweet peace, oh how I breath
it in to be a tree planted by the streams of living
water…to bear fruit in season and to trust
the eternal life given that will always, always
provide.
