invitation from an old oak

there is an oaken path through a wee wood

between the parking lot and my church

There are Oaks and Birches and Alders

all yellow and golden and brown and crimson

each leaf a flame in the sunlit trail

fungi grow and acorns drop

and the earth is soft and spongy underneath

I came upon this tattered oak leaf

wedged into the handle of my driver's door

on Sunday as I walked back to my car after worship

just as if some olden Oak had sent down an invitation for me

I considered the weight of the world right now

and how it falls and who it will fall upon

I wondered whether I was in the right place to be of service

 and I accepted an invitation

to step off the trail and into the sunlit oaken wood


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