This blog is to share my thoughts on Home as a Holy Place. Twenty-five years of marriage and children have brought many adventures that teach me daily home can be sacred ground. Wherever we seek Christ and whenever He reaches into our lives the holiness begins.

Deforestation

The thick 
and lush forest, 
Stood tall for centuries.
One by one the trunks 
Were assaulted with saws.
The trees cried out in pain 
As each trunk went down, down 
To the forest floor.
80,000 acres a day
Gone.
Each day, 
for decades. 
The land cried out:
Where are the trees?

They said 
the forest 
was a burden. 
The trees left
And hearts were empty.

The few trees 
that remained,
Hovered over the seedlings, 
and the young trees,
Giving shelter, nurturing life,
 sustaining culture,
Laboring long to grow a mighty forest.
Knowing strong trees would grow 
that would bear fruit
In time
With joy.