The Skins of Trees

That is why I can never stop praising you; I declare your glory all day long. And now, in my old age, don’t set me aside. Don’t abandon me when my strength is failing. — Psalm 71: 8-9

Layers of bark, broken, 

cracked like skin, aged 

by heat and wind. 

These trees have lived 

long, seen season 

after season, endured

ice storms and waves 

of August heat, and yet 

they gain in strength,

changing each year

from fall to winter,

spring to summer,

deepening their lines 

of wisdom.  I touch 

just above my cheek,

those lines that are 

just settling in, 

impressions of a life 

that has seen a few 

seasons, and I understand 

why lately I’m enamored 

with the barks of trees — I am 

beginning to consider aging 

in the way these sage old trees 

have always comprehended —

as more time on this good earth

to honor You.

—C.L. Fisher, November 2020

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