-The Invisible Realities-

On a mountain I saw a tree one day,
Just a small sapling where a nut once lay.
And I paused to wonder as I saw that tree
What the years would do; what the tree would be.
The years will pass and the tree will grow, but
Every trial it's seen will eventually show.
For a tree can't hide what it's feelings are,
And for each new hardship it will bear a scar.
On the mountainside it will bear the brunt
Of the elements; it will tremble; grunt.
And tree stands firm, when the fierce winds blow,
But the barren trunk and the branches show
That time and wind have had their say
For they'll gnarl and twist in a painful way.
The leaves will fade and curl and drop
When the last warm rays of Summer stop,
For the tree can't show any beauty there
When the breeze it feels isn't warm calm air.
I hike the trail oft' to see that tree
For when I see it's progress I think of me.
My life is gusted by winds over time,
And the choosing of the winds that I feel isn't mine.
I can not choose if they'll warm or chill me,
Can't know if the world will love or kill me
But by the grace of God I will blossom still
When the warmth of friends turns to icy-chill;
When the winds of time try to shake and twist me-
When rain and tears erode the ground about me-
And though wounds may come, may the scars be few
For the keeper of my tree is a lonely Jew.
~DCS