Silhouettes of trees on tie-dyed sunsets always draw me in.
Not that sunsets alone lack allure. I ponder every one. But there’s something about the limbs, the lines…
I think that’s the way life is; the way God is.
The pattern of limbs is a signature, life traced out upon life, proceeding from the Source and reaching back again. Vessels flowing to and from the heart; springs of Earth to oceans ever ebbing toward the shore.
Love flows out in lines like that, always branching, always seeking; to the very last cell, the distal-most part, the smallest leaf.
Its limb-like coursing lets no Love be lost.
One channel, branching to infinity, leaves no empty space.
From there, it carries something back in sap and blood and water; something of itself and more.
Radiance of the sun transformed, gases of the air exchanged, elements of the earth transported; always creating, making life new.
It comes and flows, coating conduits in itself and in the whole stuff of living; impurities dissolved in perfect melding.
Spirits soar like this, I feel; up through roots and rings, beneath bark and colored leaves, springing out in shoots of green.
At the next sunsets’ viewing – find the pattern of trees, trace the trail of life, sign the signature of Love.