Roots shoot to the river,
Branches ransomed to the sea,
Healing so appealing,
Under its canopy
Whispers lingering,
Like a favorite hymn,
Endearing.
Boughs
Breaking calamities,
For a moment, till
The next time comes
Foraged souls come,
Seeking relief
As one sits still
Under the canopy
Its Maker
Begins to appear
Presenting arms
To the One
The Author of Life
The Anchor of Faith
His character steadfast
Grace given upon grace