The woodpecker and the apple tree

I wrote this last year looking out my window of the dorm room and watching a woodpecker at work on the apple tree. This is the imagined conversation I jotted down. Even though its nothing special for some reason I really like it. I hope my Grandma does too. I feel like a kid whenever  I re-read it.

The Woodpecker and the Apple Tree-a childlike story

I saw the woodpecker pecking the apple tree, tossing off the coat of moss off the bark with each thrust and flick of its head. I think I heard him say, ‘Hey are there any bugs in here to eat?’ And the apple tree said, ‘No, I’m just an old apple tree and even though the sun is out I’m still cold so please don’t take anymore of my coat off.’ ‘Oh dear goodness, I am sorry,’ said the woodpecker, ‘I didn’t know you were an apple tree. I’m new to these parts.’ The old apple tree was wise and kind and wanted to give help to the woodpecker who was hungry and in a foreign territory. So what did the apple tree do you might wonder since he was wise and kind? The apple tree told the woodpecker where to find the juiciest bugs in Portland, and not only that, the apple tree invited the woodpecker to come back in the late summer/early fall when his apples will be rotting and come partake in the apple maggots. ‘Why thank you Mr. Apple Tree,’ the woodpecker said, ‘You’re the wisest and kindest apple tree I’ve ever met.’ ‘Good day,’ said the apple tree, and there was peace in the land for that moment of time.

Poet, Theologian & Contemplative (wanna be)

I’m putting together some poems and random things I wrote over the last year for my grandma as a birthday present. She’ll be 76 next tuesday the 30th of October. My beloved father and I are traveling north to Seattle to celebrate her existence. Here are a few samplings that will be in her gift.

Poet, Theologian,& Contemplative (wanna be)

Is the silence as deep as eternity? Why do the voices never stop chatting non-sense? Learn to still those outbursts and let them not be hindrances but catalysts to the depths. Constant focus on the invitation and the one who sent it.

Time ticks.

Let time be an ally in proving the love to be true. Behold his elegant manner. Glimpses of glory. Food. Chew. Digest. Sweetness lingers on the taste buds. It costs to go deep, maybe even my sanity. Write about the experience in the language of imagination. emajyn full potential realized. I need to do this, I need to do that.

I need to slow down and love and be loved.

Cook up words that are shovels to dig deep under the walls that keep us apart. A new us. Image bearers. Lets live together and sing the song of ultimate reality. When am I going to really start living? Live out my beliefs, my conversation. My name is Jesse you can call me JG. I like my name. Its time to wrestle.