I went today to see a friend, a young woman who in the process of losing her sight
has gained an amazing clarity of vision.
She was absolutely thrilled to show me her new home,
and as we delighted in the good turn of events in her life she led me to her balcony.
Look, she said.
Outside her balcony is a mature tree in full leaf, close enough to touch,
it’s color and light a brilliant backdrop that my eyes could drink in.
But oh, what she saw there plunged me into the deep waters,
no small cupful to satisfy a temporary thirst.
“God planted this tree for me in 1964 when these places were built.
He’s been there all along.”
It was beautiful to see.
Blessed is the one who trusts
in the LORD,
whose hope is the LORD.
She is like a tree planted
beside the waters
that stretches out its roots
to the stream:
It fears not the heat
when it comes,
its leaves stay green;
In the year of drought
it shows no distress,
but still bears fruit.