Years ago (many years ago) I wrote a poem called “My life as a Tree.” This poem was written before I ever knew Jesus. It was quite depressing and not at all hopeful. I must have tossed it out for this very reason.
Life wasn’t so funny at the time, but now (even when I’m struggling) the Lord gives me plenty to laugh about. I think this says a lot. However, I spent way too many years silent. So I’m going to be noisy—in a good way. Hopefully it’s a joyful sound.
I still love the concept and the metaphor of my original poem. Thus, I decided to re-write it with a more hopeful outlook.
Life As a Tree
I live like a tree
The same scenery
But everything around me transforms–including me.
Seasons come and go
Passers by change as well
They glance my way and see how sturdy I’ve become
I haven’t been blown down in any of life’s storms
And my roots still go very deep.
In the Springtime a cloud of blooms covers me
My flowers do fall
But God’s word still remains.
In the Summer my branches are lush with leaves
And I bare the sweetest fruit
This helps to sustain others.
Autumn! Oh, how it sets my leaves on fire!
Their radiance warms hearts as my amber flags float to the ground.
When Winter arrives my bony limbs are bare to the elements
It’s a cold season
A difficult one
But then I’m blanketed by the most delicate crystals
Pure and white
This always brings me peace.
As Spring comes around once again I watch with excitement as crocuses rise from their slumber
And daffodils shine like gold
Snowdrops faithfully bow their lovely heads
as birds that have built their nests in me begin to sing their praises.
I see all of this beauty surrounding me
All because my Creator so lovingly planted me deep
I’ll thrive where I’ve been planted
For He sees to my every need.
It’s funny to think that I once was just a tiny seed
But look how I’ve grown!
And now I’m producing pips of my own with the power of God’s Spirit within me.
March 19, 2020
I’ve decided to reveal a bit about my original poem. I did write about people glancing at me, (staring at me actually) but I didn’t write that they saw me as sturdy. My focus was on how I saw me. I didn’t see myself in a good light. I was very socially awkward. I sort of hid myself away and blamed myself for being so stuck. Thus, I compared my life to a tree: immovable. I didn’t know God so I was very dependent on myself. Because I felt helpless to make any significant changes in my life I was very hard on myself. I can still be a little hard on myself, but I’m reminded not to be.
When I was so stuck and helpless Jesus came to dig me up and I was transplanted in Him.
My life did change–quite significantly, but I can forget this. I suppose we all can get a bit lost along the way. However, I still haven’t been blown down and I do find some peace in the middle of life’s storms.
I need reminders when I start looking at things from the wrong perspective, but God is always faithful to oblige. And I’m so very thankful for all the lovely trees He surrounds me with to accomplish this task.
“They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”Jeremiah 17:8
“Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.”Psalm 104:12
For, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” And this is the word that was preached to you.1 Peter 1:24-25