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Trees of Eternity
by Clara Mae GregoryIt was clemently warm for a winter's day.
After the sun's cerulean sky decayed
the warmth still lingered in luminous array
until the delight of the chill's delay,
dwindled with the remnant radiant ray.
Pitchblack winds soon lick the limbs
of towering trees that tremble and bend.
Swallowed up in a blizzard's whim,
their Hope grips Faith rooted in Him,
Even as Winter's Death appears so grim.
Every tree must face Death's need
after blossoms fall and planted seed.
Some seek to have their spirit freed,
Yet blind to why Christ had to bleed-
The Prophecy's lead Tree of Eternity.
In that time, the Light will shine
as it opens the eyes of all of the blind
and renews the trees and opens their minds.
According to the prophecies and the wonders of signs
Will live the Trees of eternity, and no time to wind.
03/21/2010 Author's Note: still fussing with it, but what the hay.....
Posted on 03/21/2010
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/21/10 at 02:58 PM I was intrigued by the title. Loved the entire piece.The captialization- the wording- this is a brilliant piece! Don't fuss with it. One of my favorites- thanks for this read. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/21/10 at 03:37 PM ... well done..... |
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