Saturday, September 13, 2008

The angel of God
sails through the trees
ripping off the branches
in his wake
changing the landscape
of my life

4 comments:

Art and Poetry said...

This is true for all of us, nice poem!

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks so much!

TACParent said...

You know, it's hard to think this way ... but when a tree/bush is pruned it begins to grow new leaves. I still think pruning hurts at times, especially when the branches are "ripped" off instead of gently, chosenly (is that a word?) cut off.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Very good points. Very wise. Thanks.

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