More than half the tree though bare
Like the living dead the branches
Sway, wind swishes
Against the pane squeals … such squalor
Brittleness taps, snaps
Into the rubbish, the trampled, the dismantled
Hope of whole
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life (Proverbs 13:12).
Spring is here, yet there is still signs of death. As I prepare to speak the Saturday before Easter, I am meditating on the death and resurrection of Jesus.
Thank you, Jesus, for being Our Living Hope! No death is ever final in His kingdom.
If you have any questions about Jesus, feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Accepting Him into your heart is the single most important decision you will ever make. Don’t delay.
If you write poetry and are interested in being a guest here this month, also email me.
I want to give poetry its proper celebration this month!
Have a blessed rest of this given day.