Love Found a Way

Stumbling upon an acorn in the road.
I stopped and wondered why that would be?.
For acorns fall from trees
that grow in groves in rows
or sometimes on their own,
like me.

Only God knows why a tree
can grow from acorns
to be a mighty oak
when all I can create
is a tree from stone
to lie upon a grave without some shade
and cool the brow of the one who now lies there-

The gardener, who planted the acorn
at the beginning of time, so long ago
with love and care and a little talking
to calm the fears of the tiny oak,
that first lay there in the womb of the ground
waiting for its roots to grow
in the water from the well,
deep down in the earth below.

Today the mighty oak
is a symbol of strength,
the sap that flows like blood-
“Gods divine Creation”.

Not for me to talk and boast-
“Look what I have done”.
Built a dead tree from steel and stone.

Now I know to bend my knee
and pray to ‘Jesus’ -
“Please save me”, for I am not a stone?
“The blood of Christ flows in me”
when love found a way, for me to be saved today.