The tree is my everlasting salvation.
It is my food, a shared banquet. Its roots and the spread of its
branches are my own roots and extension… Its shade I take for my resting
place; in my flight from oppressive heat it is the source of refreshing
dew for me… Food for my hunger and wellspring for my thirst, it is also
covering for my nakedness, with the spirit of life as its leaves… Fearful
of God, I find in it a place of safety; when unsteady a source of stability.
In the face of a struggle, I look to it as a prize; in victory my trophy.
It is Jacob’s ladder, the passage
of angels, at whose summit the Lord is affixed. This tree, the plant
of immortality, rears from earth to reach as high as heaven, fixing the
Lord between heaven and earth. It is the foundation and stabilizer
of the universe, undergirding the world that we inhabit. It is the
binding force of the world… It is riveted into a unity by the invisible
bonds of the Spirit, so that its connection with God can never be severed.
Brushing heaven with its uppermost branches, it remains fixed in the earth,
and between the two points, its huge hands completely enfold the stirring
of the air. A single whole, it penetrates all things and all places.
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