Driving down Mill Street today, I was taking in
- and taken by - a thousand shades of green
in trees and bushes loosely lined
along the road's soft shoulders...
And I wondered if the trees recall what happened
just last year and all the years before:
how summer slips away as fall sneaks in
and slowly strips their branches bare
exposing them for all to see, naked,
before the winter's frost...
If trees remember seasons, Lord, then clearly
they live in the moment, in every gentle breeze
rustling in their leafy boughs, through thunder storms
and high winds bent on breaking branches
dropped like match sticks, scattered on the ground...
If trees remember seasons, Lord, they keep it in today:
they neither wince nor flinch
at what has been or what may come
but stand, resolute and strong, firm
in the present, in the moment, in the now
that is the only time you know, the very time
where you meet us and we, by grace,
meet you...
I'm not as tough as trees, Lord,
I bend and break to memory's pain,
I cower and bow to worry's fears,
I'm blown about, I'm scattered, swept away,
I lose my place, my footing in the moment,
in today, in the present, in the now
where you meet me in time
and I, in time, meet you should I,
if I, when I surrender
to your grace...
I'd love to be a maple, Lord,
a mighty oak, an elm - or a sequoia
but such as these grow greater, stronger,
older and wiser than what my future holds
so here's my prayer this evening, Lord:
make of me an evergreen,
a pine, a spruce, a fir tree fit
for every season, all year 'round,
perpetual, perennial,
graced by what's eternal,
ever present in the moment
when you meet me
and I, in time, meet you,
evergreen...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake, I might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
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Hold On To Me by Lauren Daigle
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