Today I’ll plant a little tree, A gift of hope from Earth to me. I’ll dig a hole, both wide and deep, To give its roots a place to sleep.
I’ll pat the soil and smooth it round, And listen to the gentle sound Of wind that whispers through the air, Saying, “Thank you, child, for showing care.”
I’ll give it water, clear and cool, Like pouring kindness from a pool. The sun will shine, the clouds will play, And help my tree grow day by day.
Its tiny leaves will reach the sky, While birds come singing, flying by. They’ll build their nests, they’ll dance and sing A tree can be a wondrous thing!
In time its branches stretch so wide, Children will rest beneath its side. It will give shade, and fruit, and song, And stand there proudly, tall and strong.
So when you plant a tree, you see, You’re planting love and memory. For every seed that finds its place, Brings greener dreams to every space.
They say the world has lost its rhythm, But perhaps the truth is simpler The Divine whispers only in quiet hearts, And few remember how to listen.
Step away from the storm, beloved, Not in fear, but in remembrance. Guard your peace as you would guard a prayer, Let your breath be your rosary, Each inhale; a return to the Beloved.
In the dance of endless hours, Be the still flame that does not waver. The world may rush and roar around you, Yet your soul was not made of noise, It was woven from silence and light.
Find beauty in the broken clay, For even shattered cups Still hold the scent of tea once poured. Be gentle with your becoming, Even dust knows its way back to God.
To stay whole is not to be unshaken, But to soften like rain on weary soil, To rest in trust, to breathe in surrender, To let the noise of the world fade Into the divine hush of your being.
And in that stillness, You will remember, You were never apart, Only asleep in the heart of Love.