Weekly Photo Challenge: The Final One :(

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For the final challenge, WP wanted to see an all-time favorite. This small tree growing out of the rock at Lake Tahoe is one of those. Taken with a Kodak point and shoot a few years ago, the mood, color, and form have made it one of my favorite captures.

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My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Once Again

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These witchy trees, bare and lifeless, cold and leafless:
One might wonder where life has gone and if all hope is gone,
receded into the dark earth. But
in one moment, that gifted second,
a nub of green sprouts, a speck of promise appears, and the sleeper rises,
stretches to the sky. Renewal happens once again—
from death to life.
That these dormant praises in me would rise again, unchained.
That these sleeping sermons once more would reach my mouth that I may speak of Your wonder,
once again.

 

Upside-down World

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When what was and now is not happens in a wisp of a moment,
when friends become foes, exchanging their trust for biting and isolating words,

then it is plain to see that we are living in an upside-down world.

When conversations meant to break down barriers instead erect the worst kind of walls,
when what I see and what you see suddenly are
oddly at odds
to the vision once shared,

then it is pain to see that we are as much a part of this upside-down world as everyone we have observed from afar. Tut, tut, what a shame it was. And is.
We are in it, of it, and yearning for all to be made right.

What makes it worse is that the reflection is somewhat like what we hope for; but
in its rippling distortion and ever-changing color, what’s hoped for seems like some cruel illusion.

Far off, unattainable, yet present enough to hunger the soul.
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Proverbs 13:12 (NLT)
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life.

 

A Tree Rant

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It should be a law:

     No cutting of trees, please.

     No desecration of life-green foliage and climbing limb.

     No mauling of shade-makers and wind-shakers.

     No abuse of fruit-bearers and dream-catchers.

There should be a law:

     No buzzing.

     No chopping and chipping.

     No axing of sap-runners and dirt-catchers.

Soil-gripper, life-framer.

Back-leaner, air-cleaner.

A hider of seekers,

Guardian, sentinel, standing at attention.

I am not a tree hugger per se, but there is a certain sadness to see

oxygen-givers and long-livers

hacked down for who knows what.

Plant a tree, not a parking lot!

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(Upon the “murder” of two beautiful trees!)