Musings: A Poem Green Tree

Luke 23:28,31

 

Green Tree

Striped of leaves

And scattered wild

Bow Thy boughs

Meek and mild

 

Green Tree

Plogged of fruit

Branchly bare

Lopped barren

Far past fair

 

Green Tree

Dragged through dust

Scorched and bleak

Lashed with tongue

Weak with meek

 

Green Tree

Is it so?

Flailed with whip

Scorny flows hate

Blood doth drip

 

Green Tree

Weep not of Green

Shriek now thy cry

If so of Me

What of dry?

 

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