The Rebirth of a Dogwood

In the middle of the yard reaching toward the sky

Stood a dogwood tree which had pink blossoms in spring.

It was sad when we found ourselves watching it die

It shriveled and found the breeze could not make it sing.

All we could do was cut the tree down.

This left nothing of the dogwood except a stump

Which we cut strait across just above the ground

And my wife placed a potted plant on it as if it were a token

Of its beauty in the spring and even more beauty when fall came around.

It was like a salute to a friend who had been lost and broken.

One day, my friend we had to remove the flower pot

For the dogwood began to reach once more for the sun

Its many branches filled in the same spot

Working toward rebirth and its battle is done

And it once again has leaves that are full and green.

As fall comes along they will turn ruby red

The most beautiful color you have ever seen.

It is reborn.  It did not remain dead.

It has been given a new life, a new growth, a new start.

Just like the new life of which you have read

In the word of God which quickens the heart

And gives us the faith to live our life each day

Knowing that our Master will show us the way.

We will be reborn!