My wife saw me today, as we were talking beneath a local tree….

Today she saw me-
a native american old world singer of words
sitting beneath a Texas tree ironically
The old growth live oak represents what is here forever
(this part of God on this land)
But, me i could sit beneath any type of tree, i like so many aspects of God
( i prefer the ones in scotland)
and still be me, my rainbow feathers unfurling slowly in prairie winds here,
from somewhere Unseen beneath the trees of every nation, in the long wind,
each of us foreigners somehow again, and at home. Each of us also too tall for here.

Every place is an ironic setting for you, she said
I agreed, but added, yet, each is a poem which goes on, forever.
And each tree is uniquely sacred
worth seeing home, back to itself that is. But, anyway
Thanks for seeing me beneath a particular tree somewhere today my Love.

For incarnation is the only option for us now,
and is the one my Master choose somehow,
and He hides in every garden and sits beneath each type of tree.
And just enjoys me being me. And you my love are a shining Gem
within His Tender Palms. And this moment has become sacred now again
to Him who is always with us when we see Him in one another through love.

You don’t live in world boxes of men, she continued,
all the world is an open stage, a tabernacle of potential meeting
…you live from another place by meeting Him through everything
life is ironic immersion to you, so you stay alive and playful while here
What was the other option, i asked…being seated above while walking on earth was the given map for us. We exist in a bigger context than here
is my testimony, i suppose.

But the proof is sitting well beneath
particular trees on a Sunday afternoon in Texas light.

Sometimes, Sundays for us is just about us seeing one another spiritually again! It is good to be reminded of the poems we each are, and keeps us going as we work on the daily scars of life down here. To be reminded, by sight, of who one another really is, helps us motivate to steward one another home, to our true selves through night. Nice to see one another from time to time. And today my wife saw me beneath a particular Texas tree! Keep marriage alive to stop and see one another as poems again, and sigh!