Wednesday, July 29, 2009


I am a tree.
The harsh wind blows
And sweeps away my leaves and breaks my branches.
Gone are the fruits of my labor, and yet still,
I am a tree.

I am a tree.
The bitter air traps all life
Deep, deep, inside of me,
But I have hope because there IS still life, and,
I am a tree.

I am a tree.
From wells I can not describe spring
Forth new life and hope, and joy,
And now I can breathe.
I am a tree.

I am a tree.
Sunshine and blessings of new strong branches
Fill my heart with joy.
Despite the promise of more winters,
I can see the growth, therefore,
I am a tree.

*I don't claim to be a poet, but I thought I would record the thoughts that have been going through my head during this new trying period of our lives. Despite the pain, sorrow, disappointment, and anxiety, I know that the Lord is in control, and that I will learn and grow through this experience.*

James 1:2-3
"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you face trials and temptations, because the testing of your faith develops perseverance."


Anonymous said...

Great verse. Happy Thursday!

Callie said...

Good poem! I'm impressed. Still praying for you guys too!

Jessica said...

Love the poem! And that is one of my favorite verses. I hope things get better for you guys!

Unknown said...

I couldn't help but smile all the way through reading that =)