No matter where I go, dear Lord, you sustain me Like the mighty tree that stands secure to earth, Its roots clinging to the soil for life I, too, cling to you for life Dependent upon your nurturing and your solid presence That feeds me, that keeps me, I stand firm through you, dear Lord, Like the mighty tree that falls without support You are my gravity, my root, my core of life.
No matter how I stand, dear Lord, You are the strength of my muscle The marrow of my bone Like the sap that runs from limb to limb In ancient oak or new born birch I, too, feel your pulse in every breath Blessing me with all I find of worth Giving me reason to live and love and learn. You are my confidence like the earth to oak, My stability, my answer, the sun that warms my heart.
The whole point of this blog is to collaborate with literary artists as well as to share the project with whoever might be interested. (I've learned there are lots of tree people out there.) To contribute a tree story, you can simply add a comment, found below each original tree story image. You can also email me at judith@judithmonroe.com with a tree story either for an image you've found or to inspire an image, and I'll post it to the blog.
Images waiting for stories can be found by selecting the "tell story" label, so take some time to cruise the archives and get lost in the forest.
Judith Monroe is a mixed media artist with a strong background in traditional and alternative process photographic techniques. Judith’s unique creative process has been featured in both local and national media. Her artwork can be found in several art galleries and is popular in regional art auctions and festivals. Judith’s pieces are included in public and private collections throughout the U.S.
1 comment:
No matter where I go, dear Lord, you sustain me
Like the mighty tree that stands secure to earth,
Its roots clinging to the soil for life
I, too, cling to you for life
Dependent upon your nurturing and your solid presence
That feeds me, that keeps me,
I stand firm through you, dear Lord,
Like the mighty tree that falls without support
You are my gravity, my root, my core of life.
No matter how I stand, dear Lord,
You are the strength of my muscle
The marrow of my bone
Like the sap that runs from limb to limb
In ancient oak or new born birch
I, too, feel your pulse in every breath
Blessing me with all I find of worth
Giving me reason to live and love and learn.
You are my confidence like the earth to oak,
My stability, my answer, the sun that warms my heart.
Susan Raines
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