I woke up wanting not

rush Your arms away,

holding onto my shivering body

under white blankets colored snow.

Outside temperature almost

matching this throw.

I turn over, reading promising truth

I can’t let go: Your grace surpasses

my own. Your power works best

inside my step-step-pause motions

I am weak to better see Your smile

through a woman I hardly know.

She speaks with lilt upon each finger

stroke, painting pictures only Love

colors with first grace. I cry reading

how her daughter has lost belief,

watching her bones break,

many diagnoses she never asked

receive. Many years, I have doubted

depth of a Father’s love could go to

death for a crippled frame as mine.

One day, He found me in the middle

of a sleepless night on my best

friend’s floor, swaddled in a sleeping

bag, whispering: I forgive you,

I forgive you, I forgive you. For…

Veins Are A Beautiful Tree Of Life.
Thanks dollarphotoclub!

The Tree of Life is an archetype

Found everywhere in our life’s energy

Shape is seen in water ways like pipes

Drought turns the earth to a fillagree

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Our very life’s veins are a tree of sorts

Nerves and pathways in our brains

The way birds fly in the air supports

Innate formation implies they are tame

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Mystically we are lead to understanding

Like a pathway with twists and turns

A knowing the reaching branches extending

Ever towards the truth a love that burns

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Come let us sit beneath this sacred tree

Discover the realities of God in unity

Changeless, Eternal and Almighty

 Filling up our souls with our diversity.