Praying Trees
Mehr Licht!
More Light!
Number 62 – March 13, 2006
A poem I thought you would like that I found among my Mother’s papers.
Praying Trees
By an Unknown Author
The wind is cold, the snow is deep,
My old bones ache, when I try to sleep.
The flu and I have just had a bout,
The dog wants in, and the cat wants out.
The pipes froze up, and the oil tank's low,
It snowed last night, and the car won't go.
The news on the radio all was bad,
I thought, "My word! Has the world gone mad?"
Then I looked outside, and I thought, says I,
"You should feel awful and wail and cry.
Look at the snow, just watch it swirl.
Turn on the self-pit, I say, old girl."
Then I looked again, and the trees stood there,
Shaking knotty knees in the frigid air.
The sun was just peeking its first faint ray,
But those poor bare trees could shiver and pray.
With branches uplifted to catch the light,
As dark shadows fled with the passing night.
And I said as I lifted my arms up high,
"If those poor naked trees pray, then why not I?"
Thank you, dear Lord, for the promise of spring,
When the brooks shall run and the wild birds sing.
Thank you Lord, for a bright new day,
And thank you Lord, for the trees that pray.
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Ed Halpaus
More Light!
Number 62 – March 13, 2006
A poem I thought you would like that I found among my Mother’s papers.
Praying Trees
By an Unknown Author
The wind is cold, the snow is deep,
My old bones ache, when I try to sleep.
The flu and I have just had a bout,
The dog wants in, and the cat wants out.
The pipes froze up, and the oil tank's low,
It snowed last night, and the car won't go.
The news on the radio all was bad,
I thought, "My word! Has the world gone mad?"
Then I looked outside, and I thought, says I,
"You should feel awful and wail and cry.
Look at the snow, just watch it swirl.
Turn on the self-pit, I say, old girl."
Then I looked again, and the trees stood there,
Shaking knotty knees in the frigid air.
The sun was just peeking its first faint ray,
But those poor bare trees could shiver and pray.
With branches uplifted to catch the light,
As dark shadows fled with the passing night.
And I said as I lifted my arms up high,
"If those poor naked trees pray, then why not I?"
Thank you, dear Lord, for the promise of spring,
When the brooks shall run and the wild birds sing.
Thank you Lord, for a bright new day,
And thank you Lord, for the trees that pray.
More Light – Mehr Licht ©, Masonic Matters © and T.F.S. ©, are sent out by E-mail at no charge to anyone who would like to receive them. If you enjoy these publications please share them with others. To subscribe to any one or all of these publications just send an E-mail to ed@halpaus.net with Subscribe and the Title, or ‘all 3’ in the subject line and you will be added to the list to receive the publication you want.
Fraternally,
Ed Halpaus
Labels: Poetry