One hundred stood shading; tall, trusting, thriving trees till the heavens opened their mouth like a multitude of mottled black humpback whales;
spouting, raging upon earth. Pounding, pounding, pounding huge, hungry, hurtful torrents of rain racing and running past and though my hundred; blood
flowing in the earth rooted vain landscapes now lapping at once study, towering trunks with bark oozing crying like a child in need of comfort. But there was no one
who could aid in their clamity for disaster had done its deed. Thick husky trunks wore water boots which would be their last apparel, as dragon flies frolicked
upon the surface of a newly birthed pond where once seedling grew and thrived in rich woodland that canopied my sunny back yard. Water still flows… now from my eyes.
“God is our refuge and strength, a very ready help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth shakes and the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.”
It’s been over a decade since the flood affected more than one hundred trees. Water was almost knee high in a place where garden, fruit trees and play structure had occupied. Our woodland surrounded the acre of land. Within a few years tree after tree began to wither and die. Some still stand today rotting upright waited to tumble to the earth and become rich soil. Not only does man clear the earth, but nature itself seems to be in conflict.
Beneath the summer moon, hidden bats fill empty street. Flap their leathery wings, meet the darken shadows in twilight.
Silent flight, soar without tune as inky blackness settles land. Silhouette of massive trees stand crowded limbs gather in my sight;
Swooping in circles tightly hewn by brazen bat’s erratic moves; their signature etched grooves in hushed moonlit summer night.
Hope is not a message strewn by bat who rules the evening sky or milky moon which shines on high; it’s God who designed bat at flight!
It is He who made the summer moon, the music, melody and nature’s tune. With speech the earth was first hewn and stars across the universe strewn.
God placed bat’s wings at twilight, to gather at His will, before His sight. He reveals hidden things of night; and waits for men’s souls to take flight.
“He reveals the deep and hidden things; He knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with Him.”
It’s been a dark time around the world. Like the bat, COVID seemed to creep up on the souls of men. It has etched in our lives change. Some from loss and others in remembering the laughter of loved ones.