Popcorn
Trees
 A
friend shared
the story
of how she
was sitting
on the ocean
cliffs one
day and sharing
a bag of popcorn
with her friend. As
the two sat
talking, my
friend picked
up some nearby
twigs and
began to put
the plump
pieces of
popcorn on
the ends of
the twigs. Soon
there was
a forest of
little popcorn
trees on the
ground in
front of them.
Noticing
the many birds
nearby, they
decided to
move back
from the popcorn
forest and
let the birds
come and feast
on the little
trees. And
so they moved
further up
the cliffs
and the birds
came.
But
much to their
amazement,
the birds,
with beaks
to the ground,
rummaged around
for the small
bits of popcorn
that had broken
off as the
larger kernels
were placed
on the twigs. The
birds never
looked up
at the forest
of popcorn
within easy
reach, right
above their
heads. They
missed the
feast that
had been so
carefully
made available
to them.
How
often do we,
in our blindness,
our ignorance
or our need
for control,
fail to see
the feast
of opportunities
made available
to us? How
often do we
overlook the
bread for
the journey
continually
offered to
us? |
