With division, warring strife
So real and raw through all the world
Penetrating open cracks, the wounds
I want to graft as trees
A heart for sweet surrender,
A spirit found in peaceful living.
Oh Lord, let me go around
In love
Like barked beauty rooted fastened strong.
And leave room for harmony
Like the mighty ones
Whose roots
Hold fast, but trunks and limbs
Bow down in love.
And a tree can teach me this
Love and show me how to bend
Not break
If I only look her way.
Grafting peace
Cutting deep
Bending low in love.
Wrapping as the Cross
All the way around
The struggle and the pain
In a sweet embrace.
Joining Ann counting quiet gifts here, but on my writer’s facebook page moment by moment, this glorious Thanksgiving week.
And with Laura.
elizabeth w. marshall 
Grafting peace….Yes, this. This is my prayer, always. Beautiful.
Thank you sweet one, hold me to account. This is the way to walk, I am more and more convinced. Sweet conviction from him.
I love the old trees around Oregon, they are strong and beautiful.
Been thinking of you. This particular one lives South Carolina. I find it sheer beauty. I think I am falling in love with trees anew and afresh.
I’m thankful for trees and The Tree. I’m actually writing on this as well and I took some photos yesterday of some beautiful autumn leafed trees.
Look forward to reading your piece. Thank you for the twitter mention. And yes mostly for The Tree.
Elizabeth, how do you write such beauty day after day? I love this tree. She is a thing of such beauty,
bending low in love, wrapping like the cross, embracing the pain…Wow, may that be me.
May you have a Thanksgiving embraced by the love of Him and family.Look forward to advent writings together.
Beautiful!