Hanging With The Trees Of Life...

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As I looked out into the frigid air,

once again my eyes focus

on the palisade of trees

quietly standing  perpendicular

to the tainted frozen ground.

There are some trees that are

totally leafless; their frozen trunks and

naked branches reflecting silhouettes

of giant arboreal skeletons piercing

the sky with waiting resurrection poses.

Then there are others with spiny

ice-laden leaves and frozen cones

hanging from bending branches

burdened with heavy ice cycles.

Yet, their statuesque trunks—in stoic

dignity—continue to arch skyward.

My eyes filled with this silent still scene,

cause my mind to struggle with keloid

memories of lynching scenes; but my

faith’s spirit turned my focus onto God’s

tree of life and the fruit of the vine that 

hung from its sacred branch.

Alas, the teasing chill that had come over

my soul like cold snow, has become the victim

of the burning bush of warming hope—igniting

renewed faith in the coming dissolution of the

present winter’s pandemic discontent of political,

economical, social, medical, and climatic discord 

we now struggle—with God’s strength and refuge.

So, blessed be these teaching trees I’ve been

symbolically hanging out with; for they

have graciously reminded me that indeed, 

we live and walk by faith, not by sight.