A Simple Act

“Of all man’s works of art, a cathedral is greatest…. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.” – Henry Ward Beecher The roots have waited, held, retained, until we excavated a new  space, mounds of soil removed, allowing ample   pathways  for the tender shoots to find water and nutrients,  and we fewContinue reading “A Simple Act”

A Vast Vision

The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created.  He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. — Psalm 33:6 I turned this image  upside down, imagining the clouds from heaven’s  perspective  and I was surprised how endless it seemed without the grounding of a horizon— my angle starting above the skyline— andContinue reading “A Vast Vision”

The Garden

My hands reach in deep, kneading soil, down and over, loosening the ground, willing it to accept an offering that waits in plastic, an inferior home for roots that long to grow, stretch into the rich humus  that He used to form all life. What a privilege to be a tiller, a keeper of thisContinue reading “The Garden”

The Depths We Miss

Too often we hurry past a universe of beauty, depths just waiting to remind us that we live on a remarkable planet amid an astounding variety of created life. There is art in places we never think to look, there is loveliness that you must pause to see, so still your being  and perceive theContinue reading “The Depths We Miss”

Fractals

And He Himself existed and is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. [His is the controlling, cohesive force of the universe.] — Colossians 1:17, Amplified Bible There is this calm that descends with a covering of snow,  and if you listen, attend your ears deeper into the quiet cold, you willContinue reading “Fractals”

A Thanksgiving Psalm

What graciousness is given to us, all God’s creatures — this earth, a bounteous land  filled with mountains and seas,  filled with green fields and trees, filled with full blooms that offer an incense, pleasing to us  and to Him who gave His all  for us, He who is all. Glory  be to our God,Continue reading “A Thanksgiving Psalm”

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,Continue reading “The Skins of Trees”

Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning

Earth knows no desolation, She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay.” — George Meredith, English Poet The house is quiet as darkness sits  with me in this early hour while I sip  my coffee and consider the day ahead.   A warm afternoon is promised, and so  is a family picnic, some longContinue reading “Pining for Renewal on Sunday Morning”