Day 305: Hanging Tree

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there was a man
that hung on a tree
and i was the wood that held Him.

He made me thus
for both of us
and cleaved my trunk
and carved my limb.

 

what bark has a purpose
but for holding things tall?
a leaf in the spring, and a door in the fall,

and a child in winter,
who comes to us all.

 

when i wept and wept
for the ‘we’ i could not save –
for whom prayers went unanswered,
or who chose to unchange –

i threw my grain down
in protest.

 

how could i be made so cruel?
are His promises made
mine to make’a fool?

 

but He just smiled.
and assembled my rings
back in order.

and brought me to earth’s edge
where dawn and darkness border.

 

He filled the sky with roses,
and hung diamonds from the trees,

and made for me a dance floor
upon the frozen seas.

and said,

of all these gifts I give to thee,
blessed be my hanging tree.

for how else should we rise again
if to our fall we do not tend?

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