October 26, 2012

My Journey to God

The Righteous Trees

In my despair, I drove to the park
And there, before me,
Were all the trees,
Tall, silent,
Like wordless souls
Looking back at me.
No one else was there.
It was dusk, a rainy eve.
I sat in my car
And wept, and watched the trees,
So many in number,
So tall, so mighty.
They seemed to speak to me
Of the power of God.
“He healeth the broken in heart,
He bindeth their wounds,
He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved …”
How long have they stood here,
These righteous trees?
How many others have been comforted
By their steadfast presence
Bespeaking mightily of
The greater might of God,
The eternal Mystery of God,
Who sees the sparrow fall from the sky
And numbers the very hairs on our heads?

By Linda Abner
 

(Linda Abner is a member of Our Lady of Lourdes Parish in Indianapolis. Her poem includes a Scripture passage from Psalm 147.) †

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