The Bare Tree

The call of advent

To become like this bare tree across the way

In its lifeless greyish brown

 

There are no leaves to cover its branches

There are no birds to call it home

Instead there’s just a frame; a semblance of summer’s glory

 

A clear message to me: strip down!

Away with your beautiful leaves of ego; your concocted image that covers!

Away with your distractions and entertainment; those birds flying in and around and those squirrels running throughout!

 

Stand here now

Like the bare tree across the way

Alone with your self; before your Creator

 

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