
I was given an assignment to do a devotion: to talk and listen to a tree. Yes, you heard me right - to talk and listen to a tree. Instead of pouncing on the clear panetheistic and agnostic overtones and discuss heretical issues, I decided to take on another tact: I talked with my wife who said I should just "be me". So I thought for a moment, and here's what I did below that evening in prose:
I went on a trip to take a walk, and found a tree
Seeing the fruit on the tree I began to pick one up
A ripe fruit for my taste
Like wisdom to my soul, it was like honey in my mouth
Sweet and satisfying
with a future that is great (Proverbs 24:13-14)
Then I noticed a tree beside it and felt its leaves
Its bark was rough, an unforgiving complexion
With barren branches that wouldn't stop
This tree had no fruit, no gift to share
It was more than just forlorn; it seemed like a tree that didn't care
So I grabbed a hatchet and began to chop
While hacking at the base of the tree, I did not hear a complaint
No loud talk of injustice or wailing. No whispers of regret
It just broke off from the base and died.
When it was finished I held the lifeless tree in hand
Wondering if this looked like the tree our Lord cursed
A fig tree tossed away and denied.
I then wondered if like this tree, that Christ while on earth would have looked forlorn to me
He did not talk or recuse from his plight. Jesus did not fight or give whispers of regret
He just solemnly died on a tree, and went to the grave
What this tree cannot do as I lay it down, is come back to life
Until Christ returns, the tree and i wait for redemption anew
For the One who is mighty with power to save.
