The Tree
The hunger of my spirit awakens me
But my cupboards are empty.
I long for a touch that is barely out of my grasp.
I feel like a tree reaching it's branches toward the sun.
I stand firmly planted, but with no home to shade.
And old empty shack stands nearby, full of painful memories.
In time, I know the old home will surely fall.
I see other trees off in the distance; they are in groups and sway together.
I am free to wave my branches without having to fight the others for the sun.
My branches are free to spread; and I have room to grow and grow.
Sometimes I feel alone, but I know that God is with me.
I don't know what will happen; perhaps one day someone would like to build a fresh home nearby.
And maybe not.
When life is still, I can hear my God speak.
Therefore, I am not so alone.
But my cupboards are empty.
I long for a touch that is barely out of my grasp.
I feel like a tree reaching it's branches toward the sun.
I stand firmly planted, but with no home to shade.
And old empty shack stands nearby, full of painful memories.
In time, I know the old home will surely fall.
I see other trees off in the distance; they are in groups and sway together.
I am free to wave my branches without having to fight the others for the sun.
My branches are free to spread; and I have room to grow and grow.
Sometimes I feel alone, but I know that God is with me.
I don't know what will happen; perhaps one day someone would like to build a fresh home nearby.
And maybe not.
When life is still, I can hear my God speak.
Therefore, I am not so alone.
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