They say absence makes the heart grow fonder ... mine
overflows ... vicarious yet there... melancholy yet bursting with praise &
joy.. indebted yet richer ... humbled yet proud ...
The Old Oak Tree
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There in the midst of the Garden,
Drawn by its towering stature,
I saw an old oak tree,
Of bygone seed, a rare graft.
Resilient, unbending, save to his Lord.
Gnarly, rough bark, ring upon faithful ring,
Sentries to a compassionate, love-filled heart.
Endless roots, intertwined in countless lives
Irrigating the very River of Life
Myriad branches, abundant shade to the faithful
The wind worships through them
Even in solitude, a balm to his seed
An eternal hymn to his Creator
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