Or consider that tree
In the dead of winter
See how bare-bone it is?
How affected and exposed it is?
How sturdy and mortified it is?
Every year, you know
New life
Fresh beginnings
a creation, a refuge
planted by streams of living water
Sparks along the limbs
Every year, you know
Old death
a sorrowful bow
braced by wind and storm
roots creaking
Stripping the body clean
Every year, again and again
At nature's mercy
secure, yet defenseless
sheltering death and life
Together
At once
The tree bears it all
God is like this tree
naked, unashamed, other, known
mercifully at our mercy
invaluable, yet commodified
incomparable, yet ignored
struck down, but not destroyed
bearing fruit in and out of season
Teeming with Life everlasting
God is like this tree
And we cannot imagine it without him
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