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