This is a beautiful tree. It speaks. Look at it intently and listen to it whisper, “endurance.”
Poets memorialize heart-tugging moments in life. Authors, painters, and artists of all media catch fleeting moments of life and expound on them. One word whispers through all the art forms, through all the ages. The same word the tree whispers into the wind, “endurance.”
“All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades…surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:7. Even seaweed blooms, but, oh, so briefly.
It’s God’s job to send the sun and the rain to create blooms. Our job is to endure.
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You are right, that is a lovely tree, made even more magnificent by the way it has been photographed!
Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it. Wind comes in off the water and storms batter it…it keeps growing taller and more beautiful all the time. Have a marvelous week. God bless.
And you, Stefanie… X
Thanks!
Beautiful and enduring indeed, but then endurance has its own beauty!
You are so right, Val. Have a week full of enduring blessings.
It is a beautiful tree, drooping with the wisdom of the ages.
It is indeed.