The oaks and pines and their brethren of the wood,
have seen so many suns rise and set,
so many seasons come and go,
and so many generations pass into silence,
that they may well wonder what
“the story of the trees” would be to us
if they had tongues to tell it,
or if we had ears fine enough to understand.
Though left barren by a blue norther and seemingly now no more than silent sentries watching over the landscape, somewhere in the core of these trees their music plays on. John Muir’s idea that the fibers of a tree’s being thrills “like harp strings” not only sets well with me, but it also answers the question Walt Whitman once asked, “Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” The music of life of which he and so many others have verbalized through the ages plays on in all of Creation. We may not always hear or pay attention to the music but the melodies are there; we may be absent from the Lord, but He is never absent from us. I know because I hear nature’s songs and I see reminders of the Lord’s continual and constant presence in the great and small pulsing lights in the heavens, in the caroling colors of earth and sky, in the sizzling efficacy of the sun’s warmth, in the rush of roaring waters and tides, in the sighing and howling of the wind, wind which like the Holy One is a presence that can be felt but not seen.
Let the trees of the forest sing, let them sing for joy before the Lord… ~1 Chronicles 16:33 ✝
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I so love trees, I love their presence in my life… as it is through all of Nature, and all of its splendor, that I am able to draw closer to God as Creator— It is here, in the midst of the outdoors that I am reminded, ever so poignantly, that I am the created and not the Creator—yet created in the image of the Beloved. Thank you for the beautiful words—hugs to Natalie–Julie
Love this line in your comment Cookie: It is here, in the midst of the outdoors that I am reminded, ever so poignantly, that I am the created and not the Creator. I’m glad you enjoyed my post. Hugs to you too, and I hope the madness of the season doesn’t keep you in too much turmoil. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
Oh I’ll be fine—as my turmoil just adds to the crumbs of cookie’s posts— HA 🙂 Remembering to breathe is a good thing as is the extra rum in the cake 🙂
(by the way, not to worry, I’ve never made a rum cake…)
That’s what my daughter is always telling me and her sons. Just breathe! Breathe and relax, she’ll say! And when I’m in the mood to be calmed and relaxed it actually works. Sometimes she has to let me vent a little before it takes effect. Maybe you could make a rumless cake, and just act like it has rum in it. Don’t they make a rum flavoring? At any rate, I love your cookie crumbs, so just “crumble” away. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
Your tree pictures is really nice, I love trees too. especially when there is a blue sky in the back ground!
Blessings to you Natalie! 🙂