PRISCILLA PASSION

the other day
driving in the car
I paid attention to the Earth
noticing
wondering
in awe of your natural essence
still and moving
having a dialogue in the spirit
one to another in contemplation

I thought to myself
“there is something about a dying tree that is more beautiful than one breathing life.

maybe its the warm colors of fall
maybe it’s that the trees know that they will live again
maybe its that they all fall while holding hands
while the wind sings goodbye
they will see each other soon
but they must go away for a time

but really its not the root of the tree but the external shell
that sheds
preparing for the bareness of winter
I’d rather shed now and be buried in the ground for a time
than not be prepared for the next season.
but even in winter im covered
in the spring I dance
because the winter was not in vain

it is beautiful to know the art of letting go and to be stripped away for a season.
you can hold on for only so long.

there is something about a dying tree that is more beautiful than one breathing life
I will bud again
my petals will see the light of day
God will shower down on me in the Spring of life
it is God’s divine order to prepare for the next season
so winter it is no matter how uncomfortable I may be I know its for the better…

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven

be prepared.