My fir-lined forest was once crowded with ever growing and green trees
That protectively towered and purposely stretched over me with powerful
energies
Inexhaustible and invincible especially against any skies that looked
troubled.
The Son’s Light filtered down through them and His Luminance was funneled
Faithfully, without fail, into me
Amazingly generously and always graciously
Overflowing and spilling out onto my growing saplings!
Without even notice or enough time to grasp what was happening
So many of my gentlemanly, green giants were chopped down!
Their loving limbs are now but sawdust upon the bare ground!
My forest seems so sparse and my saplings shiver in the dark!
Never the less, I can still see the magnificent marks
That each one left in my now stark world.
Their spirits are still united with mine and somehow still continue to
unfurl
Casting shimmery, colorful rainbows
As the glorious Risen Son glows
Adding warmth to my aching heart
In sparks ignited by the Spirit in part!