Thinking of Trees

February 2, 2019

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   A few thoughts on trees -

Douglas Firs sit on the edge of the Grand Canyon,

a lofty precipice two thousand feet

straight down from this spot.

Life clings to whatever foothold it can find,

and knows security in seemingly precarious places.

Growth for trees, and for us, is always possible,

we only have to stand on Holy Ground

and plant our roots in the nourishing soil underneath.

Trees have learned to stand in life's storms

holding on to the Gift of life.

A lesson to be seen and planted in our heart

to be accessed whenever needed.

The words of trees are critical, 

 though they may be mute.

It's their dignity and their worth that I sense.

they have heard the Song of the Song Master,

whose lyrics they will sing to me,

    

      whenever I walk into the Gift of Creation's

always Present Moment.

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Peace and joy in the Gift of being fully alive,

   

               Bill Lagerstrom

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January 26, 2019

January 26, 2019

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I am told the creatures of the forest

see the colors of trees and plants differently.

Every once in a while we get the opportunity 

to use the eyes of an eagle, or perhaps an insect,

offering a much different view of the woods.

The Gift here is a simple one,

we can see through the eyes of another 

if we listen to the insights offered.

Sight and insight,

the difference between just looking

 and really understanding.

As we grow older and taller wisdom slowly enters,

then we can take the time to pause at days end

and enjoy the sun's wondrous setting.

Taking time is the prerogative of wisdom,

an entitlement we learn to claim as ours.

Look to the trees they will teach you.

Not stopping at late afternoon's tranquility

may be a sin we will eventually have to answer for.

Best to take a moment or more to cease endless busyness

at this point in life and avoid messy answers later. 

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"Harry it's Friday! 

Today is wings not tutu skirts.

Sorry baby but you have to learn how to dress!"

   Peace,

            Bill Lagerstrom

January 3, 2019

January 3, 2019

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    No two trees, or any other creation of God's are alike. Our Creator loves diversity. No two snowflakes are a match, each flower is different from any other, and no two humans are exactly the same as we were all created to be our own self, our own separate being. A gift beyond compare that can evoke only one response, gratitude.

   Just as the two trees are presenting their uniqueness below we as well have seasons in our lives. 

All trees grow and search for the Light,

looking for the Sun that causes all growth to happen.

Out of a rock in the high desert 

a seed deposited itself where it was intended to be.

Flourishing and gaining height for some thirty years,

it enjoyed life and the cycles of life each Season gave.

On a year that brought no rain

the tree withered, yet stood for many decades

in the hot sun and in the frigid nights.

Still it reached up to the sky

as a gesture of gratitude for having had life.

Winter.

In the dead of night the rain that coats everything came.

Every branch in the vast forest was given a special garment,

a covering of diamonds that sparkled in the moonlight.

Come morning, if awake early enough,

before the sun melts the coating of ice everywhere

one can dress warmly, go outdoors,

and see what the Artist painted while we slept.

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A Winter day at Schoodic Point, Maine.

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   Peace and joy in every moment of this gift of life,

     Bill Lagerstrom