My Life as a Tree


Reviewing my life

A fearful task

filled with kinks, reversals,

right and left turns.

Looking back, I see the path of a tavern patron

Weaving home after a night of folly.

How can this be

I aimed in one direction, but changed often

My life paths are the branches of a tree

With many twists and turns

Many alternate ways to reach the sun

O, that my life be a river

Strength enough to absorb obstacles

Swift enough to go around or engulf them

Always unhindered in its path

But alas, I prize my life

With each branch that I climb, I approach the sunlight

With each branch, I draw nearer to God

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