Seasons of the Trees
As I was looking up into the clear blue sky on sunday morning, a refreshing breeze crept and swayed the tall lean tree, causing its yellowish leaves to dance through the air while falling towards my face. There is this sense of peace and tranquility while I witnessed the exotic scenery of the creation. It seemed as if the clock had stopped ticking and that the ever-rushing time was stilled for eternity, giving way to the graceful and gentle landing of the leaves. As I reached out with my hand carefully to woo the leaves, they seemed to know that they do not belong to me and danced past me to their lovers instead. It was like a snow from heaven on a windy summer morning.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the seasons chased behind one another in an unbroken chain of merry-go-round, laughing at each other as they play a fool in the presence of others. Is it a wonder that the seasons each know their way and turn, never getting lost or late? While some may tend to view the cycle of seasons mechanically as something routine, it seems to me in the morning, that they were placed there by God as a constant reminder for us. The seasons testified that just as spring leads to winter, the impending death became a cruel reality upon every new birth. But with every winter, there will surely be a hopeful spring blooming patiently underground. The seasons tell us this truth untiringly in seemingly endless cycle, chuckling at us as we failed to hear them.
In Christ, He is our glorious hope, for which we take delight in every of our present suffering for His name’s sake. And on that very day that He had promised, there will be no more tears and toils. But we shall find a heavenly heritage of eternal bliss, awaited with endless fellowship between the glorified and the Glorious Lamb. On that day of the divine union, the leaves shall dance again.