The Woods – A Circle Of Life

I love the woods — ask my wife. The LORD “planted” us by the woods. The woods have one beautiful message of life and death.

Life: tree life is so beautiful in all seasons — even in the dead of winter. Death: trees fall! They lay. They die and there is no life left. Remaining life uses them for food, warmth and shelter. Trees are a vital part of creation–they are a vital part of the created order. As with all living things they die and lay on the ground. Other life takes over, including beautiful majestic trees.

We are so much like trees. We are born, grow, develop, mature, flourish, give back, peak, slow down, coast, are insulted by sickness usually, deteriorate, sigh, lay down, and finally die. But humans may have a far greater experience in death in seeing an unimaginable life beyond which satisfies and fulfills and completes far greater than the current broken life could.

Thank You Lord for all the hints you’ve given me in this life for what awaits me. I can patiently rest in knowing where I’m going. I am going up yonder to be with my Lord forevermore.

That end is undeserved; but more glorious than a mind can comprehend.

I best be getting up and moving on because a spider just attached his web to me. I’m not ready just yet to fully lay down and leave here.

Trees are so distinct yet they are a community. They support one another. They are grounded in the earth–tied to a solid foundation. Their roots go deep and wide. They produce fruit that feeds other living things. Thank You, Lord for this lesson from the trees.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Source

God’s Omniscience: “Trees” is a poem that gives God the full glory. Kilmer calls the human “fools” because art made by man is just art. It is not is living and functioning like God’s beautiful art of nature. The poem is a proclamation that there is a God. God is seen in nature. In the poem Kilmer says, “A tree that looks at God all day”. This statement declares that nature is a reflection of God and when humans look around them, they may be reminded that God is everywhere and true. A tree can also reflect on God’s creation of men.

Kilmer Biography

Only God can make a tree’ – the fate of Kilmer