The Master Carpenters Tree

The impressive mighty trees Are birthed from such small seed Drawing resilience from the sun And earth’s fertile garden bed Trees wooden trunk has shaped And sustained for centuries many in varied ways Some over and upon oceans wide Where waves stroke shapely hulls And lull to sleep the hapless venturer Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy And from such crafted boughs And whispered sounds Her meekness and strength is seen and heard Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms High and low of this world The greatest of these was in a lowly manger In an animals crib But for this one tree its destiny was marked Chosen before time For on this tree’s wooden shoulders It bore God’s greatest gift– A Holy Child born - Like it- For one purpose only – To become accursed - on its wooden cross To bear the sins of All The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil Into His Father’s arms © Brenda V Northeast 11th March 2012