On Bloody Trees and Bright Resurrections

I fixated on the many shades set against

The yellow, late afternoon sun as

I was staring out the window.

I hadn't planned to be there,

Exactly in that moment, and

I didn't know why it caught my eye.

But there I was

Transfixed by the

Greenest of leaves

Bluest of skies

Grayest of clouds and

Deadest of eyes

Focused only on

What was in front of them ...

Instead of Creation.

The sheer wonder of its

Goodness, and

Beauty

The absolute Truth of its

Complexity and simultaneous

Simplicity.

Then I realized why

I needed to see what I saw

And feel what I felt.

Sometimes people don't

Notice a tree until the

Reddest of blood flows down its trunk.

Ghastly, I know.

But we forget all too easily

That Divinity itself

Walked on this Earth

And yet we tried to kill it.

Maybe we're the thing that's gruesome.

Thank God for the Resurrection

And our own little resurrections.

Can you imagine what the world would be like without them?

HOLY SILENCE