Scarred but Still Standing

"It's been struck by lightening," my husband pointed out to me.
The tree was one of only a few mature trees still standing in the nature preserve
where we walked trails yesterday.
 Scarred but still standing.
And silent.
It was one of several lessons I carried home with me
from the nonverbal instruction of creation. 
"I am not unlike that tree," I muse.  "Scarred but still standing."
........
Now, to be silent...
...as silent as was this wetland
whose stillness penetrated deep into my soul.

2 comments:

  1. "...as silent as was this wetland
    whose stillness penetrated deep into my soul."

    Ahh...bliss!

    I kept the page open and keep looking at that picture. Beautiful stillness!

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Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
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