An Oak
I am called an oak;
a pillar of righteousness;
simply because My Lord has redeemed me,
and I am blessed.
I walk in ways of Ancient,
I think upon the heavenly things;
I am filled with Life's abundance,
and all the joy that
it brings.
I see the moon,
The stars perched in the heavens above,
and in the daylight,
I see the wings,
of beautiful pure
white doves.
The sunshine gives us warmth;
on days which are otherwise cold,
but there's nothing compared to the Hope,
which encourages my
seeking soul.
© 2007 Sandra Lewis Pringle