The roots of a tree in our backyard.

In January.

Exposed.
Battling the elements.

The connectors between the fruit,
the trunk,
branch,
and leaf.

The exposed roots continue underground.
You can’t see them.
The roots that seek out nourishment,
sustaining the tree –
in its entirety.

The roots of the tree in our backyard.

In March.

The roots are blanketed in moss.
Protected from the adversarial elements.
It’s as if the Giver of All Things whispers,

Rest, Beloved.
Take solace now.
Trust me as you relinquish control.
The battle is mine.

And I wonder.
Why did the blanket not come sooner?
Why did these roots need to do battle before relief comes?
Why were the roots exposed to the point of expiration?

Perhaps it will be revealed in the
brilliance of the
blossoming.

Perhaps it will be revealed
in the
splendor
of the
foliage in Fall.
Vibrant.
Fiery.

Patience affords wonder.
Nature never lies.
Nature always reveals its Creator.

The Giver of All Things
is
ALWAYS
on
time.