Written 10 years ago…and for some reason, this poem has been on my mind. Thought I’d share.
I am like the green pine;
your faithfulness comes from me.
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.