In the Arboretum

Poem, inspired by Psalm 1 and John 15

Oh how I want to be a tree with mighty branches, sunsoaked leaves, 

and birds in my arms 

Oh how I long to push up from this dry ground, 

for my roots to grow deep, 

for spring 

The LORD tells me that He plants me by living water— 

a source that will never run out 

Still I doubt 

that my shoots will ever burst forth 

Oh Father, 

I will believe without seeing 

Oh Father, 

how can I not see? 

Your Creation is before me— 

many mighty trees are in my midst 

How gentle and patient is your pruning hand