The Creaking Branch

The Creaking Branch



I rise each morning, a creaking branch
Bowed and hurting
But unafraid
To meet
Each new day’s challenge.
Love keeps me strong.

The Tree of Life to which I’m grafted
By hands divine
Flows with sap
Of Holy Spirit
Strengthening me
With unquestioning love.

Loss of family and faithful friends
The sands of time
Flowing faster
As life moves on,
While in the flesh
Immortality has yet to dawn.

Life is challenge, pain, joy, love
Grief and sorrow,
Memory loss
So unkind,
But swells of ecstasy
Bring healing from the Tree of Life.

Flood, fire, tempest, earthquakes
Cannot destroy
Eternity —
Though Earth may die
The Tree remains
Infinite.

Snowdrops — dancing in the breeze in white ballet dresses!

How lovely to get the simple early flowers to cheer us on winter mornings. The little snowdrops in their ballet dresses are a joy to behold as we go outdoors and return home. They are all over the garden now — popping up on the lawn, half-hidden under bushes and gracing patches of dull soil. We have a few flowers in the porch as a welcoming party for us and all who call.
Consider the flowers of the field — no celebrity in their glory cannot be arrayed like one of these. True beauty is natural and remains so when unadorned. Millions may be spent by women (and men) on the latest fashion whether clothing or hair styles or even cosmetics, but my darling little flowers — God's gift to all — outdo them all!