Submitted by: rxmd44 | View Member Profile | View Other Posts
Created: 12/18/2004
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'Child, come over to the window to see.'
'Why,' I gasped, 'there's no purpose in that for me.
Hope turned despair leaves me void of charity.
Instead, give me help to take the next breath
This is my only hope from eminent death.'
Gently nudging me, He then lovingly said
'Come, child, arise from your languishing bed.’
Rising I saw beyond the meadow spiraling woods.
‘Well, my precious child, how do they appear?’
‘They look rather soaring and grand from here.
Unlike me, they're standing straight, as if from above.’
‘Yes, but which tree does your family truly love?’
‘Oh, that's easy, it's Running Oak that is bent low near the wall
Offering an easy climb to all.
How along life's way we do not know
What struggles caused it this way to grow.
Though humbled, it is filled with all sorts of natural things.
When nested aloft there, hope lifts our wings.
With its great boughs of life where joy does abound.’
‘Yes, child, it is the one bent nearest the ground.’
Copyright 2004 rxmd44
