thick roots
by Elouise
thick roots tangled knots
barely hanging onto bank
drink deep waters
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 January 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, October 2012
Hoyt Arboretum, Portland, Oregon
thick roots tangled knots
barely hanging onto bank
drink deep waters
* * *
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 January 2014
Photo credit: DAFraser, October 2012
Hoyt Arboretum, Portland, Oregon
Evocative picture and poem. The second line saddens me and draws out a desire to deny its truth. May this journey restore the river bank.
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David, Thanks for this comment. I thought about trees I see daily with exposed roots like this. They seem ready to fall in an instant. I also thought about the woman or man of Psalm 1 who’s planted by rivers of water, and thrives from season to season. With exposed roots? I wonder.
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Such is the nature of this tree. Observing. Non-judgment.
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Yes. Observing and perhaps reflecting? Thanks, La Vern.
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Lovely poem. Thank you, Elouise, for inviting me to share your journey.
Wishing you many blessings in the new year.
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Nancy, It’s great to have you following the blog. Thanks so much for your encouragement.
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Hi Elouise, thank you for inviting me to follow your blog. What makes a tree strong? Well, it has to have water. But we learned in South Carolina when hurricane Hugo came 150 miles inland that all the trees in our town were blown down. This was because they never had to deal with hurricane winds before. High winds on a regular basis made them stronger. So today I need to give thanks in everything, even the bad stuff. I’m not thankful for the bad stuff, but I hope it makes me stronger.
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Paula, You’re so welcome. Thanks for your thought-provoking comment.
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Elouise,
I used to love to gaze at water, and there is still this calming effect – but the last couple of years I’ve been gazing at trees – stark branches and roots reaching – reaching. Thank you for sharing your gift – tangled knots reflect our lives – as we age – looking back at the knotted times realizing that they make us who we are- and then God comes – a deep refreshing well from which we can drink deep and be redeemed.
With Love – Wendy
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