Vulnerability

Fran

The wind blows softly

Leaves whisper to their tree

‘Dearest, so graceful’

‘Please don’t let go of me’

 

They clamp on tight

As wind rushes through

A low but strong voice

‘If you hang on to me,

I’ll hang on to you’

  • Author: Fran (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2010 12:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Cheeky Missy

    I like it.
    Only problem is that presently real life mocks it, for all our trees so vibrantly yellow and etc. are now bare of the leaves....it is as if to say, No, it cannot be.
    But the comparison of people to leaves is excellent, for it is just like what the Lord says, ..."we all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind have carried us away...." and the Lord calls Himself to the true tree......
    Just some thoughts.



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