Nature Scene
 

Of Things Given To Me...

In the garden I see a tree. It stands firm and resolute, asking nothing, serving well, and the thought that it sends and gives to me is this:

From firmness comes the softness of the leaf, held and supported from and by that which is ancient to it, the trunk and branches. And like as magic comes the fineness of blossom, different and adding beauty and aroma. And these three give account of the fruits yet to come, acquired by dedication, service and patience. And this tree is not ashamed of what it is, is content, and uplifted by its place in the order of things.

Will you do less?