The tree

The tree
silver
barren
lifeless.
beauty
gone?

The tree
still.
To gaze upon

turning
turning
fading
in and out

The tree
a glimmer
hope radiates
each branch
each strand
each needle
to another

a highlight
a memory
long ago
forgotten
dreams ...

The tree
like a prism
bright
in
noon day sun

do you see?
the colors
playing
the golds
and reds
and turquoise blues
and greens

Silvery blue
like wide open spaces
sky
with storm
looming
and
cool swift water
lazily
flowing
over rocks
and stones

Bright green
like fresh grass
and flowers
budding,
bursting forth
in
springtime
beauty

gold
the fabric of life
born and reborn
and born
again
The richness
of God's grace
springs
eternal

red
embers glowing
stop.
Be mindful
Reflect
Listen
to your heart

The wheel
round and round
spinning
specks
of light
travel
up and up
to the top
and down
again

Warmth
and
coldness
together
apart

"To Everything
there is
a
season
a
time
for
every
purpose
under heaven."
(Ecclesiastes 3:1)

The seasons
continue
begin
and stop
again and again

"That which is
has already
been,
and
what is to be
has already been. ...
that which
has been
is
what will be
That which is
done
is what will be
done."
(Ecclesiastes 3:15, 1:9)

One season
to
another
We live
We die
We live again

The tree
Is it lifeless
Is there no beauty
Is there meaning
or has it been lost
Is there peace