Abundance in a barren land
beneath its abundance
on two feet I stand,
gazing up in wonder
at how a being so abundant
can always be so
Always,
in every season
standing steadfast
with no apparent reason,
other than it’s always green
How can it be so?
When all other branches have fallen so bare,
when in the winter it stands
as the only life still painted within the land
In the midst of fruitless trees all around
my eyes are transfixed on this evergreen abundance
steadfast in the winter wind,
as so in summer saunters
The land will warm to welcome spring
and many will lose sight of the evergreen,
as sweet nectar of fruiting flowers
draws us to their petals
But these petals
they’ll fall,
these flowers,
they’ll whither
In the cemetery of spring
we’ll once again gaze up,
eyes befalling the evergreen
A life can be built here,
perhaps we’ll finally realize,
beneath this evergreen abundance,
goodness, as we look up, will ever fill our eyes
How precious is this evergreen love
protecting us under the shadow of steadfast branches above,
feasting on the abundance of evergreen provision
never having to lose sight of this vision
This vision I furthermore imagine
as God sitting down His green tipped brush,
resting His hand
declaring,
may this be an image of me within in the land
✍🏻 Poem by Megan Powell
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