“Mask in the Tree”

A hospital mask caught in a tree, so simple, yet so layered, is a living parable. This speaks of survival, surrender, and the strange beauty of what remains after the storm. Job 14:7 this is a verse of resurrection, of stubborn grace. Even when the tree bears strange fruit, a mask, a memory, a scar, it still reaches for the sky. Just like our prayers. They rise like breath, invisible but powerful. They get caught in the branches of heaven, fluttering like that mask in the tree, a sign that something sacred passed through. Not discarded but displayed. Not forgotten but woven into His story.

“Mask in the Tree”

I walked past the oak and paused mid-step, there it was, dangling like a forgotten breath. A hospital mask, caught in the limbs, fluttering like a prayer half-whispered.

It didn’t belong to the wind. It belonged to the fight. To the nights of beeping monitors, and the days we begged for light.

Now it hangs like a banner of grace, not discarded, but displayed. A reminder that healing is messy, and hope sometimes wears elastic.

Job 14:7 (KJV) “For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.”

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