Trees: Faith Awakens© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Once, there lived a lady wise,
who cherished every single tree
that grew beneath her watching eyes;
She loved them all implicitly.

She named each tree, with tender care
that grew within her garden yard;
Faith and Hope, her dearest pair,
She took much care to guide and guard.

Hope, she watered at mid noon,
that it would flourish with sun's glow;
Faith, she had no need to prune,
for she knew that faith would grow.

One stormy night, a wild wind blew,
to ruin, rampage, wreck and rent;
The helpless trees were thrown askew,
Bowed down low, broken and bent.

Morning came and Hope was gone,
Scattered, thrown, lost and strewn;
Faith had fallen, in dark bleak dawn,
in that dark malevolent monsoon.

Our lady gathered, gently laid
Hope to the earth, in peace and rest;
And then she knelt and then she prayed
her Faith might be forever blessed.

And Faith then woke to rise anew,
in peaceful serene solitude;
to a higher, sweeter point of view,
with courage, strength and fortitude.

Our lady smiled, her work was done,
A brand new day had just begun.
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