The Tree of LifeIs burning
With passion.
His rustling leaves
Beckon me
To let go of my burdens
And start climbing.
His waving branches
Summon me
Out of hiding,
Into His strong embrace.
His solid torso
Stands tall and unfaltering,
Keeping me safe
From every storm.
The Tree of Life
Is eternal,
Constantly calling
Me home.
poem & graphics (c) 2007 by DKF
1 comment:
This is beautiful. I love it. It ministered to me even as I was just reading, scrolling down your page. :)
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