A solitary tree stands strong and mighty on the top of a hill
Struggling and prevailing against the severe drought in California
Where brown is the new green.
What an awesome thought
that and how all this strength and might came from a tiny seed.
I wonder if the seed had any inkling what might become of it
when it was first planted into the ground.
I had several seed-experiences yesterday with Anabelle.
How events from years long past have bloomed into arboreal splendor,
How an ordinary but repeated encounter became a caring bond,
How seeds can be replanted and grown in a new garden,
All revealing the hidden and mysterious power of God.
Fr. Tony and I were together in the seminary.
We lived together cheek by jowl for four years.
Time and space could not erase those four years.
Instead, the friendship has grown even stronger and sweeter,
And under the shade of our friendship from all those years,
We shared stories: he, of his ministry; I, of my family.
Beverly was a volunteer at our Parish Church
She was the face we always saw when we would come
to request for mass cards or arrange some schedules.
And Beverly’s unfailing smile always made each encounter a joy.
Yet, through it all and unbeknownst to us, she was fighting cancer.
Yesterday, she was laid down to rest – her seed grown into a mighty tree.
Surrounded by loving family and friends. The church was full.
Some five years ago, several of us former seed-dwellers (seminarians)
wondered how we could make the seeds in us sprout and
for the plants to grow into trees.
We organized AMBON to catch the dew of the Bay Area
and nourish the ideals and values implanted in us.
Now, we take shelter and find comfort under the shade of the tree
Listening to Mother Mary as she speaks her words of wisdom
And to her son as He shows Himself to be there in our midst.