“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
― William Blake
The Infinite Goodness has such wide arms that it takes whatever turns to it.”
― Dante Alighieri
(the canopy of a leafing river birch / Julie Cook / 2015)
Inviting arms reach to embrace
as delicious tenderness beckons to all who dare delve inward
The depth of Your fullness draws the wayward ever closer. . .
There is a heady yearning to fall into the open vastness
Rich, luscious and verdant envelop a longing so intense
that it is nearly unquenchable
Barren cold dryness has given way to an insatiable hunger. . .
Warmth seeps into each crevice of my soul
The spirit awakens to the lofty scent of heavenly perfume
As eyes open wide to behold the majesty of Your hand
Soothing whispers swirl underneath my feet
Lifting a longing heart up to the tree tops.
One heart burns for another
An extended hand aches to touch the hand of the other
Longing
Drawing
Pulling
Calling
Wooing
I open my being to Your sweet song
and fall thankfully into You
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