Tree Primeval

A Poem By Johanna // 8/28/2008

Tree Primeval

Upon the mount I stand, a tree of eld,
Deformed, but wise, and humbly bent to earth
From brutal storms that cow the bravest man.
This eve I watch a most ferocious storm,
That cruelly savors thrashing wheat in fields,
And proudly floods the streams with pouring rain,
While thunder loudly crashes high above.
But hark! The frenzied storm now fades away,
The gray and dark, foreboding clouds withdraw
And in their place resides the golden sun.

The world, now peaceful, heaves a grateful sigh
While birds praise Him who shields us from all harm,
The wheat in every field lifts up its head,
Casts up its flaxen face toward heaven near,
Then shines like stars in God’s celestial skies.
The air is wild but sweet, and smells of rain,
Pervading grass and woods, as well as sky.
But, I, unlike the rest, can nothing give,
For I cannot raise up my head, for pain,
My raucous voice at all times creaks and groans,
And I am nothing much to look at now.
But God cares not for pretty looks, nor songs,
Appealing though they seem; He looks in hearts,
For what He wants is love, respect, and joy.

Comments

Welcome to Apricot Pie, Cousin

That's a well crafted poem, by the way.

Ezra | Thu, 08/28/2008

"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]

Thanks!

I wrote it for a poetry contest a couple months ago, but it didn't make it. It was fun writing it though!
~JP

Johanna | Thu, 08/28/2008

"Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of."
- Charles Spurgeon

Welcome and Bravo

First, welcome to apricotpie! I'm relatively new myself, but it's a lot of fun! And I really enjoyed your poem. There was obviously a lot of thought behind it, and I like being able to see that when I read a poem.
~Mary

Mary | Thu, 08/28/2008

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

:)

Welcome to Apricotpie, Johanna!
This is a lovely poem. You did an awesome job! *thumbs up*

Clare

Clare Marie | Thu, 08/28/2008

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

*winks*

Hey, nice poem! Welcome to AP, btw
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes

Sarah | Fri, 08/29/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

Blogging away!
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I love trees. :D

This poem is great! You have lots of talent.

Welcome to AP!

Anna | Tue, 09/02/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Cousin!!!

You've been on here almost a whole month and I didn't even know it. Welcome! And great poem. I look forward to reading more of your writings.

James | Sun, 09/21/2008

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Excellent!

Nice work Johanna. I enjoyed reading it.

Nathanael | Mon, 09/22/2008

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill

Nice poam, cousin!

Johanna,that was great!

Rosie Dunn

Anonymous | Thu, 01/22/2009