Staring at the Front Yard Tree

Staring at the Front Yard Tree

by Nancy Pruitt

Staring out the window at the front yard tree,
I see God in a tranquil way.
A creation of God, a strong and old and wise trunk
supporting the generations of limbs, branches, twigs and leaves.
The wind softly touching small twigs and leaves,
like a mother’s gentle touch of her finger
on her baby’s sweet cheek.
The slow, up and down bowing action reminds me
of The Holy Spirit moving gently through my life,
causing a bending of my will to match His will;
my movements orchestrated
by His very presence in my life.

I remember how The Holy Spirit sometimes needed to be
a rough, strong wind bringing pressure so heavy
I thought I would break…yet I didn’t break,
just bent enough to grow more toward the sun,
toward The Son, in His will.
With more light well positioned in my life
I grew stronger than I would have
in the shadow of others.
The strong winds did a pruning
of the near dead leaves hanging
that suckled the nutrition better served
on the new growth and fruit in my life;
the old non-spiritual, non-productive habits,
the misplaced desires,
the dried up bark shreds hanging on to past memories
that go nowhere in this new life.

I can now bask in the warm touch
of The Master’s hand lingering near me,
loving me, inviting me to stay close to His guidance.
I breathe deeply and satisfying,
reenergizing my long closed mindfulness
of where I should be centered,
centered with my King, my Master, my Lord.

Ah, yes…it is now, well with my soul.

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