Old stump, washed up on lakeshore
by long ago winter storms,
roots exposed,
bleached and dried by summer sun
teaming with life
ferns, lichens, tiny plants
invisible insects,
symbol of resurrection and hope.
Shelters of hope and love
provided by God
surround me too,
like the roots of the stump.
Sometimes I see and feel them.
Sometimes in my fear and despair,
I forget their presence.
Seeing nurse logs, mighty stumps
remind me to breath in
God’s loving, supporting presence,
bringing hope and resurrection
back into my life.
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