The Hurting Tree

Once there was a grand forest Full of life and beauty Till a logging company Decided it was their duty ...to cut it down Tree after tree disappeared Leaving the rest to retreat in fear As they moved to the center Only the bark was needed to make Products of convience That promised to take ...the process of pain Humans are horrible creatures With entitled features Leaving One tree to stand alone Stripped naked of its bark Products and People Devalued the tree and left the mark ...of pleasure killing pain Vulnerable, raw to touch The only use left, a wooden crutch ...for a wounded soldier. Written by Trudy Schrader Note: In my counseling class, we watched a video of an addicted man who was clearly in denial. He was defensive, and not in a place to admit he had a problem. I actually prayed, "God please don't send me a client like that." Another student, who was moved to compassion said, "Do you see him? It's his identity. He can not be vulnerable. He must be strong! How horrible...no place to rest." I repented of my uncaring prayer.