OLD TREE (poem) by Jms Bell on AuthorsDen

OLD TREE
by Jms Bell → (All Poetry by Jms Bell)
Saturday, February 15, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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There is a reason for everything God allows. Thus, through it all remember…Romans 8:28. Amen!

There’s an old tree… on a hill…for all to see Many spy its longevity it appears…strong as can be But as winds blow ferociously the old tree does drip…profusely Old Tree, what’s this flowing free? seems you’re dripping…why? tell me It’s my tears caught by God Almighty in His faithful ancient bottle…tenderly But old tree…why’d He allow the melee? oh, that is for my benefit…so Wise is He With my drippings He’ll water liberally as we draw closer like leaf and breeze Strength comes in His Love’s reprieve I’ll clap hands in a homage rhapsody Absorbing His Light…more deeply and through Him…miraculously My branches will grow…grandly wide and abundant and shady Being a shelter to so many who know He is worthy To be Praised…verily for...this old tree Ps 30:5, Ps 56:8, Ps 63;4, Isa 55:12, Rom 8:28 copyright; jmsbell-2/15/2020
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Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on March 1, 2020

Wise words. I love the way your words form a leaf on the old tree.

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Reviewed on February 18, 2020

Lovely and a great testimony!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

A wonderful metaphor for old age and the tears that come along the way…

I have seen trees wave at me in the wind, but never clap their hands… Maybe knock on the window pane in a storm… Tap, tap tap tap.

I used to climb behind my property to an old oak on a high hill, that while I was there, became isolated when an interstate highway was built directly below. Around that tree on the ground were the huge rotting branches that had fallen over the centuries from windstorms from that huge tree. I guess a way of nature pruning. Like the deer do, when a tree is young and to clear out the lower branches so that the forest opens up underneath.

Ron

Reviewed by Ann Marquette

Reviewed on February 16, 2020

Beautiful Joyce. You are a beautiful soul, gifted by God our Father.
I may not write often, but I think of you and love your writings.

Love and blessings,
ann

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Oh. My. Goodness, Joyce! I love this! Your words, as always, are what I need to remember and the bit of "the old ways" were instilled but they are nothing bad or any kind of devil worship. 'Won't have that!! Thanks for the pep talk again, my friend!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on February 15, 2020

Such a lovely poem. Indeed trees have a way of inspiring and reminding us of certain things. Such an excellent write, Joyce. What a narrative and what a message.