Mount Hermon writing assignment:
The arms of the trees reach out to effortlessly draw me to dance, while the constant reverbration of a waterfall hums the background music. But my way is impeded by the dead leaves, the broken branches.
I’m reminded how decay is all around us and in us. The beauty of today’s forest is built on the decay of fallen friends -- some cut down by circumstances too early in their prime, and others lying down after years of faithful endurance.
We only have this moment to perform our dance and we need to avoid stumbling or being hindered by our broken parts. Our beauty, like this forest, is made up of all its parts dancing together.
