Wednesday, September 14, 2011

the trees of the field

A great, big oak tree towers tall in the backyard. This time of year it hangs heavy with lush, green leaves. The breeze off the river rustles the tall oak's branches, and what begins as a hushed murmur soon builds to a modest applause, giving way to a standing ovation.
...and the trees of the field 
will clap their hands.
Isaiah 55:12

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