Oak
A desolate area
Empty, lonely, ruined.
There was once life
Abundant, free, alive.
Dead trees, stream dried
Cold, abandoned, forgotten.
Fruit spoiled, leaves withered
Infertile, untended, dehydrated.
Darkness and silence taken over
Mournful, dim, depraved.
Have you been there?
Do you know this place well?
Separated from the source of life
Because you thought too far down you fell?
Sin, guilt, lies piled up
'Til all life was destroyed.
Never again to live
Only a huge void.
Or so you thought...
Death cleared away
Careful, slow, gentle.
Rain begins to fall
Calm, peaceful, soft.
Flowers grow, not sorrow
Beautiful, refreshing, joyful.
Water starts flowing
Powerful, cleansing, healing.
Joyous praise echoes
Strong, loud, uncontainable.
Have you been there?
Do you know this place well?
Connected to the source of life
Even though far down you fell?
And growing beside that stream
A deeply rooted Oak tree
A planting of the Lord.
Display of beauty for all to see.
**I took a 5AM to 7AM prayer shift in our 24/7 Prayer Chapel, and it was during that time that I wrote this poem. Psalm 1 and Isaiah 61 insipred this poem. I think it's a good picture of how God can take imperfect, broken, sinful people and transform their lives into something beautiful.
I like the formatting on this one!
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