Dead yet full of new life.

 Beauty from brokenness. TIS 690

There is one particular old tree that has been in my life for over 45 years now. It was beautiful and  I watched it flourish, age and eventually fall down. It was a home for many a bird that nested in its branches and even when it fell it still provided shelter for the birds in the holes of its trunk. It still looked majestic and grand. I read these words: The gnarled old tree lay broken and dead, struck down,  yet in its brokenness is beauty, timeless weathered out beauty....mosses root in its crevices, birds nest in its hollows, a tree dead yet full of new life. Beauty from brokenness - life from death and I reflect on how nothing really dies, it just  lives on in another way, 

May the peace of God fill your life every single day.  Anne, servant of the Lord.

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