Theresa Quinn

Pine Of The Wood - Poem by Theresa Quinn

Pine of the wood
In awe I stand before you.
You speak
not in common languages
Yet indeed you speak.
At times, rejoicing and singing out
Before your Maker.
Weathering heat and storm,
Winds and sickening calm
And through it all
You remain
And somewhat unchanged.

Secrets of healing
Are within you.
Providing timber,
Precious pabulum
And homes for creatures
Both great and small.
Used by God to
And reveal
Many mysteries
You are awesome
Oh great pine of the wood

Copyright 2010

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010

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