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From Humble Root
by louis gander A green and fragile leaf, was she and unimportant she would be. She was depressed. For she was small, not very big attached so lightly to a twig - so she was blessed. A small and simple twig was he which held the leaf that waved so free. He too depressed. He feared, with wind. He'd be detached, yet to a branch, he was attached - so he was blessed. A small, but stable branch was there which seemed to bend but didn't care. It too depressed. Afraid of wind, its life was grim and so unlike the larger limb - yet it was blessed. A large and stable limb it was, but it, unhappy too because, it was depressed. It exercised. It was a 'hunk' but wasn't an enormous trunk - yet it was blessed. A giant of a trunk was it? It had opinions so unfit. It too depressed. It stood unmoved with haughty face there over root on its own space - so it was blessed. Now root was happy. It could sing. It fed and nourished everything - up to the leaves. And it was not presumptuous when it supplied its sustenance to all the 'least of these'. That root was humble under sod and faithful to creation's God - and it would thrive. But then wind timbered trunk and tree! Oh, what had happened? Could it be the root's alive...? ...to grow another tree, no doubt. From humble root, a humble sprout. Do you now see? Take care then where your faith is at so you do not end up like that ol' timbered tree. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |