Arise my barren cypress
Lift your branches high
winter days of darkness
Are now in short supply.
You endured the many trials
Which robbed you of your cheer
Stripped of all your beauty,
you’ve aged another year.
Time will soon restore
the lushness of your leaves
to dance above the riverbank
with every summer breeze.
Arise my barren cypress
Your future is not grim
For countless tiny buds
slumber on each limb.
Dear Readers, A quiet walk in nature often brings encouragement and inspiration to my heart. I have taken many photos of cypress trees, but I did not see the beauty of a barren tree until today. I was reminded that faith is being certain of what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:1)
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Isn’t it interesting how God opens our eyes sometimes to see things we’ve seen a thousand times, but with new vision?
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Yes! All things become new if we are open to His Spirit. I’m so thankful for those times when I pay attention. Thanks for your comment, Mary.
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Nice. You do have a gift for words😁
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Thank you, Sue. I appreciate you!
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Such a beautiful poem! Very apropos in today’s world. Thank you, Debbie!
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I continue to look to God for encouragement and he never lets me down. Thanks for your comment.
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Great poem!
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I appreciate your comment, and thanks for following me.
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