Trees are growing.
Dark branches gnarling and criss-crossing .. twisting in strange forms.
They watch, through knotted eyes, an event roller coaster.
They watch humanity hobble on an inevitable journey of hurts and costly joys.
The journey began somewhere …….
Bethpage, Jerusalem, Gethsamane, or back in time, forever back and forwards.
The trees watch the hobbling steps of creation to an inevitable turning point.
Each moment they watch, as the Creator shoulders darkness, patiently and constantly.
The trees watch.
They will play their part…….
fresh branches for a pathway,
trunk and branches, heavy and spreading, for pain ……. but full of liberation…..
and fallen leaves,
decomposing as another turning point.