201704 Monthly Poem

THE TREE OF LIFE

It was a barbarous thing they did

The cell door just went clang,

But mankind in their wisdom

Said criminals must hang.

Yet, even worse, a green leaf tree

Was fashioned, hacked and sawn

It took the form of a cruel cross

They called it 'justice' all forlorn.

 

The green leaved tree then bore its fruit

A dreadful agony,

Flesh was its bark and blood its moss

Deaths public symphony,

Rootless and stark it stabs the earth

No leaves stirred by wind's breath

A wooden instrument or pain

Man's creation – a tree of death.

 

But God looks down, the sky grows bright

He reverses man's black arts

The tree begins to breath new life

Nails rust, resurrection starts,

Where once was nought new roots have grown

Now firm against the gales

The sun brings forth new sap of life

Leaves the tree regales.

 

Boughs once more reach to the sky

Which all the world embrace

God's tree of life is ever green

With fruit of love and grace,

So, from a tree a cross was hewn

By man's ingenuity

But the redeeming power of Father God

Turns that cross into a tree.

 

Copyright Paul Scrivener April 2017


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