Do we assign human traits to animals and wax rhapsodic about the miracles of nature because somewhere deep within ourselves we remember when the world was unformed and lonely…
When I touch the foot of the ancient cedar
Grown majestically wide and tall
I’m touching the sapling that sprouted
The day my great, great, great grandfather was born
Yet I can’t reach,
nor ever touch
its topmost branch
that began to grow this morning
The tree’s old spirit has a lesson for me:
I’ll always be connected to the past
But I can never reach the future
And that’s how it should be
I’ve been charged by my Maker
to work as a faithful steward
of tomorrow’s promise
While never seeing the fruits of that labor
Yesterday is my story
Today will always be my last day
I’ll never stand in the shade of the someday tall tree
That has sprouted at my feet this morning