Trees

Today I looked up and saw, for the first time in many months at least, the intertwine topmost branches of a tree, the twigs and leaves against the background of a pale blue sky.

It reminds me of the younger years, when I was twelve and thirteen, when I frequently looked up at the branches of trees on my way to and from school, and thought how like a web the branches look, all intertwined together, just like life, and wondered what the meaning of life was.

It seemed to have been a long time since I noticed how beautiful trees are, a long time from the time God taught me what a wonderful part of His creation they were, and how they lifted up their boughs like arms to praise Him. It was a long time since I named the trees near to my home, just like Anne of Green Gables, though I never talked to them. Those trees were a little like friends.

It’s been a long time since I learnt to walk so deep in thoughts of doings and worries, desires and schedules, that I passed the trees unseeing, busy with my own narrow world. There was a man who saw people walking around like trees, until Jesus healed him. I saw the trees like pillars, nothing much, just there. Today I took a look at the trees, and they looked just as beautiful as before, a wonderful part of the creation of a gentle and loving God.