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WINTER TREE

winter tree
The bare, winter tree stands like a sentinel outside my window. I see it every morning as it glows in the beams of the rising sun. During the summer, it was covered with leaves, and I loved seeing it  whenever I was in my room.  However, fall came and it yielded its green covering to the wind and weather.

But I still love it! Yesterday, it  a lone bird, I think a cardinal, perched in its top branch for a few minutes. Then he flew off and suddenly several other birds flew into the bare branches and sat for awhile. What a treat to watch them descend into its branches and perch there. in the summer, I can’t see them sitting there.

As I watch the sun turn the horizon and my tree into gold every morning, I think of how God often compares His people to trees. I am meant to bear fruit, but there are times I feel like that tree, barren of anything that looks worth anything. However, like that tree, golden red in the dawn, I may not feel beautiful, but when God’s light in Jesus shines on me, I reflect His beauty. And that is far superior to anything I may show forth.

SILENT PRAISE

As I was looking out my window at the trees which are still leafless, it seemed to me that they weren’t really silent, which gave rise to this prose poem.
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Tall and straight the tree stands, arms outstretched, reaching into the heavens to God, its silent voice shouting praise to the Creator of all things, heard only by those who have ears to hear. Its only movements are those that are in response to the rhythm of the wind. No matter how life has bent and twisted it, it stretches toward heaven, fulfilling its purpose assigned by the Creator: refuge for the birds, shade from the heat, oxygen flowing from its leaves, pleasure for children and animals in their quest to get higher. In winter and spring, it shows that life comes from death, and even when its life has been cut short and it exists only as a stump, new life forces its way from its body through the soil into light. Death proceeds from life, for a seed falls into the ground and dies before it truly lives. Season after season, through death to life, the tree serves its Creator, drawing life from the water He provides, shouting out its silent praise.