Monday, October 25, 2010
The Old Tree
There is a lovely ancient tree
leaning right in front of me
her gnarled form so humanly
with two limbs lifted prayerfully
I can see from the cracks in her bark
she has surely been through the dark
now wounded she bears the mark
of the One who placed her in this park
I could learn from this old tree
standing split, yet sturdily
for the sun shines down and she
by grace sprouts brand new leaves
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A beautiful poem. And rhyming even! That sturdy praying tree tells a beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteYes, beautiful!
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