A tree of possibility standing next to me It’s branches bowed by the nests of many Hope brimming each with dreams to be Placed by the Dream-maker because HE sees I observed these nests surrounded by Birds with fluttering wings waiting high To swoop down as if they heard a cry To the distant land I would see them fly I said, “I do not understand Old Tree Why they choose you in place of me My branches strong as they should be Standing tall and even predators flee "Your branches strong, now this is true, Yet the birds they know they are full of you The key to hold a nest of dreams to be Is to bow and serve my dear Young Tree My strength lies not in what you see But roots below this bended tree For winds have bowed me to my knee For these birds to know I am full of HE Young Tree, be patient and do not fret For God will surely use you yet Your place is purposed where you set He knew truth you’d seek and you will get"
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renata has kept me informed with your recent opportunity, i am so happy you are on the mend. i love you and scott. your friendship has always been appreciated.
having lived on the farm has opened my eye to the need of the root ball.
prayers and love for a full and quick recovery
Honestly Tom when I think of all the people you have served through the years, I truly could see you speaking as the old tree. The photo was from two trees outside of Kageyo where we worked. It was quite amazing to see this whirlwind of activity in one tree and not the other. Lessons from nature! Much love and thank you for your prayers! Pamela