#31cross

a single seed lay down in the soil,
and from it sprang life,
a tree, reaching to the heavens.
a single tree, cut down,
fashioned into planks
and then a cross
bearing the weight
of the blameless King,
a man, who was a tree of life himself,
who walked the path into death
and then out the other side,
so that his death, his planting,
would reap blessing
for generation
after generation;
a tree of life,
his branches spreading wide,
his roots reaching deep
for all who come.
and every drop of life from him,
another seed,
and every breath of life from him,
a seed bearer.

With a bit on inspiration pinched from The Three Trees story if anyone has read this or seen the play.

‘Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.’
John 12:24

Published by lizpike

Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children.

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