Fast as Trees

A reflection on Psalm 1 and Growth in the Kingdom

A tree. That’s the metaphor given.

But we want flash, frenzy, speed.
Quick and large has become our creed.
We trample like fools over mustard seeds.

A tree. It offers what we do not want to receive.

Its weak roots reach down deep into dark soil.
A hidden labor of love, quietly it must toil.
No need for fame, for too much light will spoil.

A tree. Confronting our anxiety.

Stare at it with care, there is no rush or race.
Slow is its liturgy, the earth is its pace.
It bends without breaking, firm in its place.

A tree. A prophetic word to heed carefully.

Drinking from streams, dependent for its life.
It grows all the more because of the knife.
The slowness of sap creates fruit that is ripe.