CREATION

July 10, 2013
chris

I was walking along a path today

Densely wooded and dark

Vines everywhere wrapped around branches like a shroud of death choking them slowly.

The suns rays pierced the trees, like the fingers of God stroking his creation.

The path came to an abrupt end

The body of an ancient tree lay strewn across it.

Moss and dirt covered her like a sheet covering the murder of Mother Nature

The murder of a soul

I stood and wept over this loss of life

I joined the chorus of tears from the trees around me

Crying for a friend now gone.

Cry no more my friends for life will come from death

That is your mother’s way.

So I sit in silence and marvel at the beauty of

Creation.