My Tree

Surrounded by a beauty,
Unnoticed and unappreciated—




[2col1]RED birds are redder in East Texas than any other place in the world —- skies are bluer than elsewhere. There is such a lot of beauty around us where ever we live in our Father’s world. I love to look at a handsome man, a beautiful woman, an angelic child’s face. And one of the most beautiful things around is my tree. I don’t brag about my house, but oh, my tree! It is 168 inches around. It has a limb span of 90 feet. It is the biggest tree of its kind in the county. (I have a plaque to prove it).

It must be hundreds of years old. And if it could only talk. Maybe Indians camped beneath it. Or maybe a pioneer family picniced in the shade of my tree. Maybe even a cattle rustler was hanged from it. My tree has scars from abuse. It has wrinkles from age. It has broken limbs from the storms, but it has survived and is a wondrous thing of size and beauty.

[endcol] [2col2]We have lived in barren county where we had no trees. We have lived where we had only skinny, spindly trees –but this tree is a work of art!

Thank you, Father, for my tree. Truly said that “poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.” And then remember all those other blessings that only God can give.[endcol] [clearcol]

Bible Comments, 8, a publication by Joe Fitch originally intended for distribution among small congregations in Texas.
Used here by kind permission.