The Nourishing Tree

The newly risen sun rays fell upon a valley so pristine
Making dewdrops glisten on the grass so evergreen.
A songbird greets the morning with a joyous heartfelt tune.
The brilliant flowers wake and each present their bloom.
Nestled in this luscious life is a youthful, vibrant tree.
Though surrounded by this Eden, she found herself lonely.
Her fruit was in abundance and her leaves so full and bright,
She wanted to share her harvest and bring others delight.

As if the heavens listened, the glen was filled with laughter.
Two children danced about with their father chasing after.
The three wearied quickly from the heat the sun had made
Delightedly She called them near, so pleased to give them shade.
The children expressed hunger to their empty handed dad
She eagerly fed them all the fruit she had.

Dusk settled on the valley, chilling the gentle breeze.
She offered them her branches, “Take as many as you please”
The father cut them one by one and built a glowing fire.
The children nestled near it, listening to the insect choir.
While the little ones warmed themselves the dad set out to see
If he could build a home with the remainder of the tree.
The father was successful and called the children near
The tree now sheltered all that She held dear

The fire burned to embers, all were sound asleep
In the silence of the night the tree began to weep
For gone were the days of blossoms and bees.
Gone were the hours of leisure and ease.


John 15:13
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

Baby Bliss

I heaR music in her lovely laughter
I see wonder in her bright blue eyes
I feel heaven in her hugs
And unbearable heartache when she cries

She is the quintessence of beautY
With a softness in her smile
There is trust in her tiny touch
She is everything worthwhiLe

She is the best part of mE
I see such hope in her face
She is proof there is a God
The epitome of grace.

I love to lay beside her

as she drifts off to sleep

I brush aside those tawny strands
She is the perfect picture of peace.

ThouGh the world is calling
I could not bear to miss
One single moment
Of tHis, my Baby Bliss.

Edgar

My legs are like sticks, and I have eight.
I scurry across the floor, it's getting late.
The room is so big and I am quite small.
Gliding quickly to the safety of the wall.
A girl walks in and sees me there,
She's small and loud with straw colored hair.
Skipping toward me she whispers my name,
Staring at me for hours, every night is the same.
I stay there until "Goodnight" is said,
the girl climbs slowly into her bed.
Lights go out and the world is mine.
Sneaking about, the night is divine!
I crawl around here and there
I'm sure I've been nearly everywhere.
I manage to climb up onto the bed.
Slowly I creep on the sleeping girl's head.
She begins to stir so I stand still,
Then move through her hair to the window sill.
Back across her pillow, I hurry by fast.
I'm not sure how long the dark will last.
Rushing to the corner, I stumble,
I roll and take a tumble.
Pain invades my heaven.
My eight legs are now only seven.
Staggering to the corner, the girl now peers at me.
Watching me struggle. Something's wrong she sees.
A big white paper zooms at my face.
It scares me bad and away I race.
Faster it comes and then speed decreases.
It hits me hard and I fall to pieces.
Why she hurt me, she'll never say.
Now in three different sections I lay.
I think my legs are by the stairs,
and where my head is no one cares.
I don't know how long my consciousness will stay,
'cuz she stepped on my cephalothorax while walking away.

After the Rain

Like the dark stormy clouds,
I cry for you.
Like the ear splitting thunder,
My world shatters in two.
Like a break in the clouds,
You're a ray of hope to me.
Like the sun showing through,
You're the only light I see.
Like small drops of sunshine,
you trickle down.
Like the clearing sky,
You take away my frown.
Like the raindrops on petals,
I fall for you.
Like the butterfly that glides,
my sadness is through.
Like the golden rays of sun,
I feel you near.
Like the songs of the birds,
you're all I hear.
Like the clear blue sky,
You're all I see.
Like the colorful rainbow,
You still amaze me.

The Cedar Stump Still Stands

A cedar tree stood strong and stout, unmoving to the breeze.
Though it was a pretty sight, it made a poor man sneeze.
So tired of the suffering, the man took out his knife.
He walked up to the tree with the intent to take it's life.
Attempting to cut off a branch, he stuck the blade in deep.
It did not break the sturdy limb because the knife was weak.
Determined to claim victory, the man retrieved a saw.
He severed off the sound tree trunk and stripped the black bark raw.
Now he needed to destroy the stump that still had stayed.
Fire scorched the smoky wood, a flame flickered, danced, and played.
Blades and blaze and saws and loppers did not tear it down.
It stayed safely in the soil, by roots this stump was bound.
Saintly as a sermon, untouched by this man's hands,
there is nothing he can do, for the cedar stump still stands.
Oh wouldn't it be wonderful if we could likewise be
rooted to our faith like the stump of the cedar tree.