Deep Roots Through Dry Stone [photos]

Child how have you forgotten what it is like to live within my branches?

My roots are deep;

They rise and overflow to take down what was created when a pseudo-love was sought after.

It is said you could not hear me, but did you seek to listen?

With every breeze I whispered; with every storm my sturdy spirit shouted out to you.

Here I am seeking to bring my child back home, and you have suspended my deep roots from crushing dry stone.

Throughout the temple were trees growing within and over the idols. Dynamic shadows created an abstract masterpiece between roots that twisted through decaying stonewall as the sun worked its way across the sky and through the canopy of leaves. While God allows us to make our own choices he also works to guide his lost and confused children back to him. There is no doubt in my mind that sorrow fills Angkor Wat, but God is seeking redemption for the lost.

Isaiah 42:8

“I am the LORD; that is my name! I will not give my glory to another, or my praise to idols.”

[Kavodh (glory): weight, honor, esteem.]