A burning tree; illuminated by the angels.
perhaps a curse from the gods; perhaps a blink of hope to the weary traveler.
Certainly a haven for evil spirits; surely a place of restoration.
I’m just a tree hiding a lamp post.
And I am just a lamp post sheltered by a tree.
Let your light shine where ever you are …
Not every covering is to be shaken off, sometimes they add more mystery to us, sometimes they keep us safe.
No matter what you do everyone will have an opinion
even when they can’t see the whole picture.