Stillness

In the stillness of morn, I liken a miracle to a giant Oak tree,
At first glance seemingly still, except for the gentle rustling of leaves by the cool breeze.

But upon closer inspection, the tree comes alive!
I notice the birds dancing and squirrels playing; life living, in and around it’s branches.

May today I see, in the stillness of eternal presence, the miracle of all beings living. Creating a Tree of Life, otherwise invisible to eyes so full of agenda and impatience.

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