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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, where no time winds.
06/09/2011 Author's Note: a repost with slight revision...considering tinkering a little more....but I mainly posted this again because it is one of mine that I like.
Posted on 06/09/2011
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/09/11 at 11:22 AM ...i too like it too, mel..."death's need" too kool! |
| Posted by Sam Richmond on 06/09/11 at 12:48 PM Your symbolism is so strong. Whether tribute, inspiration or just the awe of needs met, I'm thankful for the same security you find in your trees. Wonderful introspect Clara. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/09/11 at 10:06 PM ... wonderful..... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/29/11 at 11:42 PM If you're gonna do it (rhyming that is), then go all the way; a definite bonus here Clara Mae. Superb spiritual message carried throughout to finalé, with lots of pleasant surprises along the way. |
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