The Tree Of Light

In the beginning; a garden of beauty;
became the Master’s plan;
planting life, became God’s duty;
a trowel of love in his hand.

In its midst; stood the tree of life;
standing stately and tall;
withstanding all the winds of strife;
nothing could make it fall.

On its branches, grew leaves of green;
it seemed a limitless supply;
in the summer of life; it stood serene;
and yet; he knew it must die.

Each leaf was given a will of its own;
till death, himself, came to call;
this season of life; from God, on loan;
for all were destined to fall.

Once leaves had fallen to the ground;
the Garden, again, took them in;
death answered the trumpet’s sound;
and life began, all over again.

Life was a mysterious complication;
in truth, a creation; in thought, alone;
a physical world was light illustration;
death was the light coming home.

In the beginning; both root and stem;
all truth and love; they imbue;
be sure that you don’t laugh at them;
or, in time, they’ll laugh at you.

Monty 6/17/24. # 2,162