Below the surface soils, roots are held, nourished, flourishing, till the time of a new shoot that pushes into the light. And from this vibrant growth, a renewed tree establishes its place, bearing fruit from the abundance of the soils and waters, reaching their sweetness with the warmth of the sun, a tree that expands its canopy, giving to the soils, waters, and air. Giving of its seed and protection of its full arms.
Of the many trees that stand, not all have their roots held by my hands. Nations will whither no matter the abundance of their stockpiles. Others will rise from the ashes of the fires from those roots protected beneath the blanket of my soils.
What is the life of a tree but regenerated birth? It stands in the way of my design, life that is exponential, energy that continues in the power of my desire, expanding always at the horizon that is always there and then beyond. Life in its abundance is shown of my trees, full and laden from the sweet breath of rain, dew and gentle wind. Yet the storms brew and swirl the most tender is also the more resilient.
Out of the stump of David’s family will grow a shoot–yes, a new Branch bearing fruit from the old root. Isaiah 11:1 NLT