Poems and Prayer
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
THE TREES OF THE FIELD
where God’s bright truths are shown to all.
The trees of the field will clap their hands
and spread God’s love throughout the lands.
The warmest brown leaves will tell it straight:
“All have sinned and tend to hate.”
And red shiny leaves will sing of love
that comes from God who reigns above.
The brightest orange leaves will make all see
that Christ bore all iniquity.
And pure yellow leaves will give a smile
to be with Him in just a while.
The colors of fall are rich to see
the Painter of Eternity!
The trees of the field, forever true,
and be led forth with peace:
the mountains and the hills
shall break forth before you into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Isaiah 55:12
Monday, September 15, 2025
THE FRUIT OF THE TREE
when the apple trees are bearing
sweet fruit that’s worth a mile-long hike,
and the afternoon for sharing.
We will know the apples trees we seek
by the goodness they are yielding,
by the bounty they have rich in store,
and the fragrance all so pleasing.
But the trees that have no tasty fruit
and are pleasant not for eyeing,
offer branches that are mostly bare,
and some look as though they’re dying!
In the rosy light, we’ll choose the best,
and our baskets we’ll be filling;
the love of Jesus in our hearts
will, with grace, be over-spilling!
THE FRUIT OF THE TREE
Monday, September 1, 2025
FOREST WINDS
and the poplars, all so grandy,
along the road are saying, “Turn!
Your way is not too dandy!”
Their silvery leaves are showing me,
as the sun falls in, and merry,
that the way I go is not that good,
and I’d best let someone carry—
Carry me to where the birches dance,
and the ferns, on a wind a-borning,
do swirl and twirl, as I listen well,
to their end-of-summer warning—
Warning of the way that I think’s right,
which is not, to be contrary;
for there are commandments to obey,
and they’re anything but airy!
but the end thereof are the ways of death.
Proverbs 14:12
FOREST WINDS
The September winds are kicking up, here in my neck of the woods. A yellow hue tinges the trees and some leaves are showing orange and red. The crisper days of Autumn have begun here in Veery Glade.
While walking on the faithful trail, have you ever noticed a lone fern twirling in a windy swirl as if it were waving while other ferns remained motionless? Even in the small things, creation speaks the truth of God.
The Holy Spirit brings light to the Word of God. God, the Holy Spirit, breathes wisdom into the minds of those born again. He points to the path the faithful should hike. We submit to His authority because we know He knows best. Faithful prayer is effective in communicating with a loving Heavenly Father who has amazing power to help us.