O Lord,
Sometimes you make my feel like a tree.
My arms reach up to the sky, but I can’t touch the tip of my Father’s
robe.
In the distance I see the stream of light filled with your holy
Presence, yet my roots cannot feed on the full richness of its waters.
I want to pull up my roots and meet you in the Heavenly Realms,
but my roots are too tightly attached. I can’t break the tie that
binds me.
And I ask, “Is it to be this way till I die?” I endure freezing cold and
times of darkness, waiting for a glimmer of the light that might
have come from
the
I wait for a drop of rain that might have dripped from that Holy
Place.
I rejoice in the warmth of your Light and a drink of the moisture provided by your mighty hand.
I offer the fruit of my existence here in the same tone of love
you have shown me.
I find joy in being an extension of my Lord’s hand.
With your help, O Lord, I will remain your faithful servant, never
giving up on my vision, even if I must wait until that promised day
when all dim visions become clear.
In His name, Amen.