Leaves Like These

Who says God can't appear like He did in a burning bush all that time ago? 

For as I smoked my cigarette and said, "Take this death from me,"  I looked into the small tree before me.  And the branches moved like free-flowing vines, and the leaves moved with green vibrant hope, and the branches reached like arms waving to get my attention, while the branches of all others were still.

And it held me enthralled as His Spirit filled my eyes and heart.

He said, "My peace is before you, and it is always here.  The calm you seek is I am always here. 
Knowledge is in your awe of Me, wisdom, because you ask Me.  Love, because you need Me.
Peace, for you trust and believe and obey Me.

And I reach for you like these branches.
And you are the wind between leaves like these."


Leaves like these, leaves like these

In none but one tree.
In a face so clear one feels it.

In a life so pure, like air
It is seen and then not seen.
And awake are the eyes that search for Him
And content is the heart that finds Him.
And it matters neither the day nor hour
For His presence never leaves the heart
That holds Him dear.

He tells us, "Be still," when we know not His will
But with leaves like these, leaves like these
All is well, all is well.

There are visions for the eyes that know He is here
In leaves like these, leaves like these.
Joy to the hearts that feel the breath of wind
The touch that doesn't come from skin.

Let none distract us from His love
Let eyes like ours be fixed upon
Leaves like these, leaves like these
In none but One Tree.