Tree of Righteousness

Alison L. JamesPoetry, Uncategorized

I am a tree of righteousness growing in the garden of life,
I bend with the wind, my mantle rustles and gives breath
And my roots grow thick and strong.
My limbs reach far and wide despite twists and turns,
And remain silhouetted against changing skies.
My summer splendor lies spread at my feet,
Yet every leaf and fruit bears my mark.
I give freely of my abundance
For my well of riches is deep, deep.
Spring will reveal my new branches
And bear witness to my good fruit.
So judge me not by my winter bareness
For my weakest link shall fall from me
And be cast into the fire.
Despise not my acorn beginnings for my greatness is now come,
And like a city on the hill
I give shelter to those who seek my frame:
The birds of the air, the beasts of the field, man in the rain.
For I am strength, goodness and infinite abundance
Planted in the Lord’s garden.