Something that Woody taught me a few days ago has stuck with me and finally came to life in something of a prayer/poem.

“A tree’s feeder roots extend beyond its drip line.”

Sometimes I stand
Grateful and aware
Within God’s drip line

Sometimes I crouch
Exposed and afraid
Outside God’s drip line

Sometimes I sit
Peaceful and secure
Over God’s deep feeder roots

Sometimes I lie
Exhausted and dull
Beyond God’s feeder roots

Always I move
In and out
“There and back again”
Through God’s drip lines
Over God’s feeder roots
Scarcely aware
Always nourished