~ the Giving Trees ~
As
when to
pray I looked
one day and gazed in
way, upon a place a ways, afar, and
so I could see the generous gapes
of the giving trees, as so they are, so nestled
down between the broken valley of His open will, and
one better to be seen and in a greater measure,
and to my fancy, still, for they are the one true rare beauty's left in way
of this one most humble, land, with the wholesome hearts and outstretched,
hands, as amid this the ladder days of the summers fall, and at the ready to provide
their goodness to whom ever may come to call, they are too for the many come a feathered
wing the finer nature of a better thing, with one a purpose brought forth by way of a heart, one so
softly spoken, there they live for to serve God as they move in way of the pureness, by way the
promise one given, of His tender love, and devotion, and as well they are one better also as a haven as too as
well for the wisdom so purely given and found to be well, within the nature, of the raven, as to offer, a sweeter
fruit is what they bring, as to sway they dance, as in their joy they sing, and for the love of a life as so to renew,
another day has risen up and shines upon them mid sparkling morning dew, and if you were to hear them you
would have listened, as gingerly they move in unison so as to shimmer in way,
together as they glisten,
and as for a gift for
all, a
grateful heart
is for them their
only passion,
as it is in
their
way,
and by our Lord God, one so forever, fashioned. ~
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2006
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