Sunday, February 05, 2012

Poetry Sunday ~ Bough Breaks

Ezek. 15:2 Son of man, What is the vine tree more than any tree, or than a branch which is among the trees of the forest?


Bough Breaks
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Snowdrifts pile on the tree,
a morning of beauty for eye to see.
Branches bow in prayer to Him
whiteness clings to every limb.


Boughs moan with the slightest breeze,
broken down with the slightest sneeze.
A whispering wind the twig it grieves,
breaking the sprig that has no leaves.


Lonely and cold the cows they roam
in the open field called home.
No shelter from the bended wings,
I hear them calling, the morning sings.


The broken branch I see it bleed,
giving earth its one last seed.
Hear me Lord, my earthly cries,
fill my heart with joyous skies.


For all that's broken, now must mend.
my heart, my soul made to bend.
For only You gives all that's real,
the earth and I will slowly heal.

5 comments:

benning said...

Now that's truly lovely! Thanks, Joni! :)

joni said...

Thanks for the comment. :)

LdyKreations said...

Love it!

Stormcrow said...

That was quite a snow storm, and now we get to watch the trees and the earth revive and live again. Well done!

joni said...

Thanks LdyK, my eagle friend.

And thank YOU Stormcrow, who finally got to SEE what you were missing in the beauty of the snow!

It was awesome! :)