Photo Prayer: Duo Dickinson

Wood is just part of Connecticut. 95% felled by the 20th century, trees grew back over the next. Some of the 5% survivors were with us for centuries: and the white oak, our state tree, is a delight in reaching shape and heroic limbs: and this one is about 275 years old: nobly isolated by grazing sheep. 

This Oak, is surrounded by Black Cherry, White Birch, Red Birch, Sugar Maple, Swamp Maple, Northeast White Pine, and many other family members: all different, all ascendant, all trees. Humans use what God gives us, including trees. Barn faces this oak: it is made of over 30 species of wood—all lumber, each piece different, all dead.

We are each different, each human, all in the circle of ascendance unto death. Lent reveals that death is not an end, but a transition. Just like trees.