Saga of Two Trees
a flower hid its tiny head from them and wept;
although both growing trees were given strength
by the lashing rains and whirling straws of life;
the buffeting and bruising from the greed
of avarice man’s outrageous deeds,
yoked with corruption’s fabricated truths;
left these wounded trees alone to bleed –
thus, the flower wept.
kept in burlap bags, ‘til strong enough to plant;
did stand confined, their branches intertwined,
each knowing they must soon release their hold.
Gently, as they weathered each abuse from man,
Their branches did they carefully detach
(they had forever had this unity)
Separated they became –
Liberated, now they swayed in unison;
yet, still close enough to feel the sweet caress
as searching leaves would touch;
for both was proven free and true to love.
Each had their own identity.
Proudly both trees stood sovereign;
The blessed presence of the love divine,
Soothed their fractured hearts, as it surrounded
all the pain of exploitations ways.
Placing all invective’s barbs
into the Master-grower’s Hand –
He threw the anguish and the pain:
into oblivion’s deep.Now sequestered, but side by side for life,
their Master’s tender Hand did plant each tree
upon the bleak and lonely mountain side –
others then would gaze on them in awe;
ponder – how those staunch and steadfast trees
could continue to improve beauty,
and seem so worshipful?
(Each tree was filled with His Promise
for all those with eyes to see)
And the flower?
She lifted up her head for she no longer wept;
she had seen the miracle performed upon the trees –
who still endured and suffered; yet, she knew
without a doubt that they would never fail;
but continue to survive and blossom individually –
for each had had the Master’s touch for all eternity.