“Behold the tree”

Behold the tree —-

Its roots exposed like ancient memory held within the earth.

Its branches rise upward, reaching beyond themselves, searching for the unseen,

longing for the light that first awakened life.

A broken branch lies apart, yet still turns toward the trunk,

drawn by the memory of its source.

At its foundation rests a nest, woven with fragility

and crowned with thorns—

a sanctuary of return, a resting place for the weary,

a quiet refuge called home.

and the tree stands watching, silent and unwavering,

Beconing through its brokenness:

the way back still remains…