Was That The Tree?

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

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