Majestic, ancient divinity of life –
the silent, towering testament of God –
The book of Life. This is His tree of Love.
But we would carve our little love, like God
Himself in the soft pages of the tree.
Kept His seed to plant our own, play-playing God.
Down at the river His life fell to the tree.
Yet in this very river, with our God,
we rise from ashes made new clay and life.
The carvings in the trees, our little loves,
Could they compare? Compare them to His love.
Should we not live like He had lived… To love.
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*Photograph by Meggin Murphy
*Words by Sean Nel
I love this photo
thanx funny enough i never used any filters are photo shoped it. i took it as i saw it and the light was captured just as the natraul eye saw it
sorry ment to say or photo shopped it, not are