Pinus radiata Pine cone on forest floor

Written 10 years ago…and for some reason, this poem has been on my mind. Thought I’d share.

Evergreen

          I am like the green pine;

          your faithfulness comes from me.

—Hosea 14:8

 

From where I lie under the thick branches,

limber like youth and thick with age,

I pick out blue patches that weave through

the narrow breaks of deep green.

I grab handfuls of fallen needles,

break them into pieces,

and my fingers turn sticky,

smelling like spring light after rain.

The tree stretches above me,

green filling my vision,

and I know that without Your presence,

I too would break away

and sail to the copper coated earth.

-Jenny White

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