This Old Tree

"What do you see in this old tree?" "A lot of crookedness", I said, "The limbs are drooped and dreary, Its leaves are mostly dead, It looks sad and weary..." "There's a special kind of dread." "Sap is leaking out the trunk, It's oozing down the sides A glaring hollow in this hunk, Where darkness now abides." "The woodsman shakes his head, And leaves this tree to die. There's better wood ahead, And all should pass it by." "Man has such a hollow, Between his dreams and Death, Sheol's set to swallow, At the final, dying breath." "What's to be done!", I cried, "Dealing with what Death means? I, too, am hollow inside, Can I be evergreen?" "Believe the best about Me, My Owl will fill your hollow, Death may come tomorrow, But new life soon after follows." "My Owl sees all within you, And strengthens all that's best, He'll fly you to our rendezvous, And, I'll bless you with My rest." "What do I see in this old tree?" "His Owl is in my hollow, And hope has been set free, He has chosen me to follow, And share His future glory..." "There's a special kind of happy."