Gnarled

I look for beauty in all stages of life. Twisted branches seem wise to me. What causes their gnarly stance? Do they bend because they are old? Are they contorted from fighting the wind? Tangled from dancing and years of adventure? What struggles they must have endured and experienced. They can be storytellers if we listen and imagine. Or maybe that’s just how God created them to be.

Let everything that breathes praise the Lord!