Fallen tree, let me learn from thee
Fallen tree rotting on the groundWhat a fierce wind did blowWe all share in the sacred woundWhile here on earth
Fallen tree rotting on the groundWhat a fierce wind did blowWe all share in the sacred woundWhile here on earth
The preacher at my local Church told me God dwelled only in a faraway Heaven, but I knew instinctively, intuitively, as a child, that God – Divinity – spilled over into those woods. They were enchanted, full of a deep, deep song that rang out through the movements of White-tailed deer, the elusive pride of feral cats, the flying squirrel I once encountered, even the ticks and mosquitoes, and all of the flora that grew from the dark woodland soil – the trilliums and daffodils, the briars and poison ivy. … Continue readingA soteriology of the woods