Dennis
There is a tree growing in a forest in England.
It is an English tree, growing
in English soil.
It could be an Oak or an Ash, a Rowan or a Beech.
Whatever it is. It is yours. It bears your name.
Your
tree will grow free. It will, if God wills it, live for decades.
It will remind those who shelter under it, who you are now.
Not who you were then.
Birds
of all shapes, sizes and colours will
rest in the branches of your tree.
This tree is in Quaker Wood, which is part
of a forest in Bedfordshire,
England.
Each of us, made in the image of God, will die.
It is life's only certainty.
Some of us will die young.
Others, according to God's plan,
will live longer.
Each of us will leave our mark on Creation.
You Dennis, have left your mark on me.
You will always be a part of my life.
You are my friend.
You will always be the absent
friend at my table.
I wish you Peace and Friendship always
Bernard Crier
