Saturday’s Mourning In Glory: Returning To Life
Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay, donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves. Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds. Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast! Everything for which He stood (a scheme inside a dream); His crowning achievement (a sacrificial theme); all was laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.
Many a number of trees in these woods were born of His seed. Year after year, they continued to fill the avoided spaces with new life. Surrounding Him now, one by one, they began to pay homage to His grandeur. The critters nearby crept forth in a slow procession. The sun lightened its pace, whilst the raven kept his quiet, keeping a keen eye on the softly landing white doves. ‘Twas the perfect mourning for the painful ~ exacting ~ moments to spring forth and reclaim their royal birthrights.
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April 7, 2012 at 6:26 am
A beautiful interpretation and heart-felt, sweet words of resonance.
April 7, 2012 at 6:34 am
Good morning, Niamh!
Thank you very much!
April 7, 2012 at 8:10 am
Lovely lines, Uncle Tree. Good to see you.
April 7, 2012 at 8:18 am
Thank you, Barbara!
Good to see you, too!
April 7, 2012 at 11:31 am
Although we come from different spiritual backgrounds I have a feeling we believe much the same where it matters. Glad I found you in the forest.
April 7, 2012 at 11:53 am
Obvious picture of all our lives. We all have roots connecting each other, and we all come from the same planted seed. Although, some roots die and lay far beneath ground…we still gain new growth and branch out, to the one with the first seed. In that fact…growth is endless.. ~j~
Ms. Boss
April 7, 2012 at 12:28 pm
Me, too, Cassie!
Happy Holy Saturday!
April 7, 2012 at 12:38 pm
Mi’Lady sounds very deep. You must be well-grounded.
You are right, though. A child isn’t made,
and then placed on this Earth.
They merely grow here.
Thank God!
UT
April 8, 2012 at 1:44 am
‘You don’t get grander than grandeur and that be the sap of the True Vine that hangs on Uncle Tree.’ Thus spake the raven, who delighted in considering each aspect, for it is only when we gather all together that we gather it
You got it Uncle and you gives it to we
April 8, 2012 at 6:09 am
If I grab your aspect, I gather you’ll get it, by golly!
No, really -
I’m just glad you granted me the grandest gesture of goodness.
(I gather you have no axe to grind. Yeah!)
You’re a gem of a gentleman. Thank you, sir!
March 30, 2013 at 2:09 pm
Your vision of all of this is perfect, Uncle Tree..the nature theme intertwined with the love of Christ & His sacrifice is lovely. God bless you and may your Easter be as beautiful as you are. (hugs) Adrienne
March 30, 2013 at 3:07 pm
That’s a mighty fine compliment, Adrienne.
Thank you truly!
I pray the sun shines upon us all tomorrow. Do enjoy your blessed Easter Day.
Hugz, Uncle Tree