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By Jesus Puppy
12/07/05
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A Distant Hill

I love the coast for its many wonders, and the great redwood trees that grow in the area are an awesome sight to see. I could walk for hours sometimes through the old woods, thinking how they may have been planted there by God's own hand, they seemed that old. Vast and majestic, reaching as it were to the very heavens, their branches bowed low as if weeping from age.

Once while riding a old country road along through the trees, the land opened up before me, as the trees had been cut for needed lumber. The fields about me were so bare, except for the remains of the large stumps they would burn out or plant seedlings around. But at that time it was open, and seemed such a waste.

Off in the distance I could see a small stand of trees they had left, sitting on a small bluff over looking the ocean. From where I stopped along the road, all I could see of the group were three tall trees, standing on that little hill. In my mind, I was shaken at the sight of the fields, but then I saw those trees. I remembered three other trees on a hill long ago and far away, and tears slowly came to my eyes.

Has man come to such in life, our fields laid waste from our own cutting down of opportunity? Seeking to gain better things in return, yet all the while, destroying what we love most. Be careful in cutting back the things in your life. Be sure, when all is cut away, that there yet remains those old trees on a hill.

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