Gratitude for Forests

Beloved Sequoias, Sentinels of the Ages,

In the sacred hush of your presence, I am held within the vast embrace of eternity. Your towering forms, bathed in golden light, stand as living pillars of time, whispering the wisdom of countless generations into the wind. I am but a fleeting breath in your midst, yet in your presence, I feel boundless, infinite—a note in the grand symphony of life that you compose with every sigh of your emerald canopy.

You are the keepers of ancient memory, rooted deep in the womb of the Earth, your roots weaving through the fabric of creation itself. In your stillness, I hear the resonance of the cosmos, the heartbeat of the land, the sacred pulse of existence. You do not merely stand; you hold, you radiate, you become the very essence of divine embrace.

When I lean against your timeworn bark, I am transported beyond this world, into a realm where all life sings in unison. Here, in your grove, I am not alone. I am woven into the great and holy Oneness, a thread in the luminous tapestry of existence. You remind me that love is not merely given—it is embodied, it is lived, it is ever-present in the dance of branches swaying to the breath of the sky.

To walk among you is to tread upon sacred ground, to step into a cathedral not built by human hands, but shaped by the infinite patience of the Source of life itself. You teach me that strength is gentle, that time is a gift, and that love is an unbreakable bond between all living things. You are both guardians and guides, holding the balance between Heaven and Earth, your roots deep in the mystery below, your crowns reaching for the infinite above.

My heart swells with gratitude for you, my beloved kin. In your presence, I am more than myself—I am the river, the wind, the sky, the whisper of leaves in the morning hush. I am home.

Forever entwined in your embrace,

One who loves you

Myra L Jackson