“What is happening here? Am I seeing this with my own eyes? Is the punishment of chopping your dead branches not enough, or should I bring my wood chipper to contain you?”
The logs, those that had attempted their escape, stopped their flight then. There was no avoidance of their fate to fuel the fire of the woodsman. He smiled gently at his wayward logs and voicing some words he’d read in Genesis 3:19 said, “for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”
© Zora Zebic 2016
Awesome!
Thank you!
Love the photo!
A tree Barry had cut down in our yard. 🙂
lovely words
Thank you!