I have found my own vine or fig tree, A gnarled juniper offering enough shade, All that I need or require. How long has it been here, Clinging to its place on the rock? Is it defying the sun and the wind, Slowly, surely resisting their oppression? Or is it soaking them in? Taking its time to bask in the pleasure, Of its unique place in the world. In this moment as it shades, Providing a space for rest and peace, I gaze into the expanse, And I understand David’s words As I have on rare occasions in life, “Who am I that You are mindful of me?” All I see in the beauty before me, Are reminders of scale and time. That I am so small and so brief. But in this moment, My existence isn’t confronted, My purpose is not put to question, Because I have my juniper, And I feel not afraid.