A massive tree stands before
me
Its branches full of birds
at play
Some grow strong from lower
down
Others soar into the azure
sky above
Many branches are twisted
and curved
Some are dry and rotting:
yet to fall
Others stunted, broken:
already dead
Green leaves vie with drier
crumbling ones
A mistletoe lives and grows
in strength
The bark is hard and
cracked: peeling
Completely gone from other
limbs
Ghostly white; splotched
with grey
Many leaves lie upon the
stony ground
They whisper in the warm
breeze: as they fall
I marvel at this peaceful,
majestic sight
For such is life as we live
it
Some of us grow strong and
tall
Others take the twisting
turns of sin
Many have fallen along the
way: lost unto the Lord
Others grow in strength;
then crumble unto dust
Their only signs: their
blackened stumps
This tree of life was once a
seed
A tiny speck upon dear
Jesus’ palm
The Sower chose to spread
His seed thus:
Some here: some there
Sometimes it fell among the
thorns and rocks:
Struggling to survive!
On occasion it fell to the
birds;
Gone into their hungry
bellies
Still yet: unto fertile soil
To grow apace and rise up
strong:
A bountiful harvest unto the
Lord!
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