The trees, naked of leaves now in the woods behind the house, hold their bodies towards the sky, raise their arms in thankfulness to the Creator for the year that is ending, raise their arms in praise and prayer and supplication. The oaks spread their strong arms to the side and twirl like whirling Sufis, bringing the Creator to earth to feed the people acorns and protect them with their stout branches and trunks.
The seasons rise and swirl around us. As we notice, so are we blessed.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment