Theme “Trees”
Prayer after silence
Though we stand alone as the strings of a lute,
still we may quiver with the same music; and even as the
oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow,
yet they may share a garden; so may we stand tall and
united as the pillars of the temple, that the winds
Awaken into the arms of the trees of generations
This tree holds an inspiration of memory
And energy
And life
Renewing and decaying
Entwining my mind
Holding our mystery
This beach this setting sun
releases and recaptures
Flawlessly enraptures
A grateful heart
These stones shower our landscape
Delivering wildness as a reward
To be held in honour
And you can take a moment
Of
The sacredness of trees
(Christchurch Park, Ipswich)
He was the King of Trees
Keeper of the glades …
(Cat Stevens, ‘King of Trees’, 1974)
In the middle of an oak grove,
with trees of a few years old and trees of centuries,
feel the sacredness, the everlasting power
of the life around you,
and know the transitory nature of your own.
The ancient druids,