Redwood Grove
I stand in the midst of you,
Insignificant is my initial reaction,
I seem as if a speck,
I really am lost among you.
You soar so proudly toward the blue,
I stand just barely off the cold ground,
I shimmy myself to your side,
I set my chin on your sturdy trunk,
Up is where I look, you ascend magnificently,
I have dizzied myself with this embrace,
I cannot see high enough to join you in the sky,
I know you come to an end, but I cannot see it,
Suddenly I realize: you are wood…
It is I that am flesh…
You were made for me, not I for you…
You are my gift, one of thousands,
I too can ascend and reach for incredible heights…
May I choose the heights of love,
May I soar to the skies of loyalty,
Loyalty to the One, who made you and me,
May I continue to grow, to make the ascent,
The ascent of admiration and love,
Love of the Grand Creator…
Joseph James 4-4-10
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