Quaking Aspen

On my morning walks, I always pass a cluster of Aspen trees. They have long grabbed my attention. I've considered writing about them before, but have dismissed the idea several times. The leaves, however, keep pulling me in, asking me to tell their story. I see them moving when the air seems still and I hope that I am like them, fluttering and speaking when God whispers to me.

Quaking Aspen

Tiny green leaves

on trees of white bark

always eager

to spread Your Word

Even on the

calmest of days

responding to
Your mere whisper

Dancing and singing
reflecting Your glory
in beautiful
poetic motion

Captivating,
drawing one in
as other leaves
remain still

Huddling together
in wind storms
and moving
in unison

Together
enduring storms
better than trees
which protest the wind

As days shorten
and Autumn arrives
green leaves transform
to brilliant gold

Their song 
becomes louder
their dance
more beautiful

Golden leaves
become crisp with age
praising You
with greater enthusiasm

Make me like
the aspen leaf
moving at the very whisper
of Your voice

Dancing for You
in the tiniest breeze
which other leaves
refuse to acknowledge

Let my words
become a song for You
My actions
a beautiful dance

Lead me to
live a life
which reflects
Your magnificent glory

Remind me
that in unison with others
life's storms
are more easily endured

When life's Autumn
approaches
may I continue
to quake for You

Transform me into
the golden aspen leaves
which sing Your praises
louder than ever