Lens on the SOUL — Essay 1 Decomposing Fallen Tree
The tree must have died and then fallen years ago or perhaps it fell and then died. Which came first, the falling or dying, I can’t say. All I know is that there it lay, with its top in the lake.
The wood fibers were nearly decomposed and they crumbled to the touch, like weak cork. I smelled the crumbled fibers and the aroma was that of fresh earth. The fallen tree had nearly gone full circle in its journey, close to being back to the soil from which it sprang as a seedling, probably a century ago.
Life’s like that, not just for trees but for all living things, including us. We are here for a season on earth, then gone. Yes, we humans, unlike trees and other living things, can have eternal life and live forever with God but there’s no getting around the fact that this lifetime has a limit. The fact that this life will soon end should prompt thoughts about how we should want to live the remainder of our days.
“Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)