my father is a spreading tree

my father is a spreading tree
and I and many others
live in his shade and branches





Note: I have had this line in my head for well over a year and have been able to do nothing with it. When it first came to me, I thought perhaps it would be the basis for some grand statement on the “thinginess” of fathers, on the reality of them, on the way a father or a mother both take up and make space in the world around them, the way they give shape and meaning to the very worlds we live in. I still want to write that statement, but I also want to put these words on a page somewhere. Maybe they will germinate and something better will grow up from them.

8 thoughts on “my father is a spreading tree”

  1. I'm musing over this. Thoughts that came to mind …

    good fathers like "good" trees have strong branches (strength for their families) and lots of good shade (beneficial for enjoyment, safety spread for their families)

    also I think of the righteous running to the Lord and finding safety…I know this is in line with the name of the Lord and a strong tower, but still it came to mind re: the tree thing.

    From what you wrote, I really loved this: "the way a father or a mother both take up and make space in the world around them, the way they give shape and meaning to the very worlds we live in. "

  2. I'm musing over this. Thoughts that came to mind …

    good fathers like "good" trees have strong branches (strength for their families) and lots of good shade (beneficial for enjoyment, safety spread for their families)

    also I think of the righteous running to the Lord and finding safety…I know this is in line with the name of the Lord and a strong tower, but still it came to mind re: the tree thing.

    From what you wrote, I really loved this: "the way a father or a mother both take up and make space in the world around them, the way they give shape and meaning to the very worlds we live in. "

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