My Prayer-Poem for the 9th day of Lent, Thursday 25 February 2021

Trees
They were once green and summer splendour round them cast
Now grey and naked, they remember beauty past.

The heavy hand of autumn stripped them of each leaf
As each one fell, no sound, no cry, just nature’s grief.

So they stand strong against the winter wind. These trees
could be my life, tested by strife, like one of these.

May I stand firm, Lord, while age strips away my youth
and my life, by your grace, grows nearer to your Truth.

He is the Truth, the Word made flesh, creation sings!
And all things made as new again, like dawn of spring.

​© Mark Andrew Smith 25 February 2021

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