I went along woodland path
seeking beauty in raw wood…
I twist and turn about the trees;
some wood was coarse and rough
exposing every tender twig.
Other wood smooth and stout
with boughs carrying grave burden.
The forest floor fairly littered…
with brittle leaf and woody branch,
prickly pinecone and meaty nut.
In wood I lingered
with natural sounds of…
Birds chatter not disturbed by
my footsteps on forest floor.
There too sang a round of
insects fair: the fly, some bees,
chirping cricket, pesky mosquito.
My labor was a stroll at best…
languishing in day’s late sun;
the heat did bead my weary brow.
A gust of wind tugged about my hair;
veiled my curious eyes as not to see.
Pushing wisps away I saw! Was
reminded He hung on marred wood;
there He took my sin and died for me.
“And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.” Philippians 2:8
Linking up at dVerse… later today.