Jesus,
Look!
Silk cotton tree?
Wow!
Jesus,
we’ve said hello to the tree for 5 years.
Every time we crossed this bridge,
we said hello to it.
We don’t know its name.
A big and tall tree,
few leaves,
standing alone
between earth and heaven,
among river and land,
beside the new and old bridges,
and beside busy people.
The tree seems dead.
It seems without flowers
and without a soul.
I love this tree.
Every time we crossed the bridge,
we said hello to him,
smiled to him
and said “Have a nice day” to him.
Today he blooms.
White silk cotton flowers.
I’m not sure he is a silk cotton tree.
Whoever he is,
I’m happy,
because he blooms.
He smiles.
Great, Jesus.
Amen.
PTH
