…like trees planted along the riverbank…
–Psalm 1:3
The trees remind us
of beginnings —
roots that search,
limbs that reach,
the strength of standing
on firm ground,
the grace of covering,
the rings of time
that echo out
like ripples across
a glassy lake
teaching us
the cycles of life
that began
when God spoke
all creation into being.
Let us lean into
the implanted Word,
be like the trees
that never wither
but flourish, take root,
and give good fruit
in every season.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2022
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