As we approach the season of the celebration of Jesus’ birth, I find myself feeling maternal. Looking into sweet baby eyes and wondering who He will be when He grows up. Ah, but in this case, we already know the answer . . .
Martha L Shaw - Poet, Writer, Author, Artist
Gazing at my picture book,
one which someone cast aside,
I spied a picture of a tree . . .
the “Holy Land” the title said,
though surely nothing there
remains from Jesus’ day . . . .
nothing but perhaps that tree
believed to be perhaps
a remainder of a time long past
but burned into the heart and soul
within me.
If this tree could talk,
would it tell of a man who leaned against it,
one who smiled,
one who loved,
one who willingly died for me?
Could it have been a limb
from that very tree
on which the deed was done?
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 11-26-2012
Thank you for these precious thoughts, Martha, as we enter into this Holy season. May you have a blessed Thanksgiving Day!
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It truly was, thanks!
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