Seeing Beyond

Dancing Trees March 28 2010


The trees are still.

Small buds promise future green

Still hiding from spring frosts.

Gray limbs hint at imminent expansion,

Shyly waiting.

Trees are patient.

They grow for decades,

Rooted firmly in one place.

They respond to whatever comes –

Spirit wind, human songs, bird chirrups,

Squirrel scampers,

Stormy blasts and

Misting rain.

Inside the church, our congregation sings in praise of trees.

I look out in awe and watch them swaying gracefully,

Adding their dancing to the rhythm of our song.

I then peek at them again once our hymn has ended,

Appreciating that the trees have stilled once more.



Reflection

We are connected to each other and to the vast array of other creatures in ways we can never know while embodied. Like a tree, a person is an expression of the divine. We all embody the same divinity. We resonate, we vibrate, we are. Together, all our molecules, holograms of God, move in unison with each other, and with the universe. Occasionally, our human eyes allow us to see with spirit mind this broader, deeper connection -- and we rejoice that all is as it should be. Nothing truly bad can happen.