The Song of the Trees

I step outside to the postbox and it hits me: the steady thrumming of the cicadas is in full voice. The hills surrounding me are filled with their distinctive cry. It is both beautiful and eerie all at once.

Is this what sleeping in the dark for 17 years begets? Is this a soul cry; a joyous declaration of the freedom from darkness? The trees are filled, the air a thunderous roar.

Do I not remember how it was to emerge from darkness? The pain of shedding the old pales in comparison to this new lightness…this beauty of light.

“This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.” (1John 1:5)

This is the message they hum to me today: God is Light. The beasts that my ancestors dubbed the locusts whisper it over and over. Their red eyes know it well. They know their maker and the purpose He created for them. To sleep. To awaken and sing. To mate and then continue on.

But what is my purpose, Lord? What would you have me to do with this Light?

O, Lord, guide my every step. Let my purpose be to bring you glory. Only you, Father. Let me live for this purpose, O God. Let my thrumming in this light bring the attention of others to you. All for your glory, My Love. My song is for you.


  1. says

    This is a wonderful reminder to me that all of creation sings His praises!! Your writing is so descriptive, I’m enjoying reading it!

    Thank you for the kind comment on my blog today. 🙂

  2. says

    Hey Laura,
    I actually leave for camp Sun. afternoon. The camp is Mon. – Sat.
    but my friend and I are going early – sinc we’re the cooks. We’ll need to unload and get settled in.
    Please pray that we’ll have a nice, safe week and that the kids will learn so much more about Jesus, our Shepherd.
    Talk to ya later.

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