I wrote this recently when noticing the "winter trees" without any snow on them.....it dawned on me that it was a little like people when they have entered the winter of their lives....
She planned so long to visit
The people in the hall.
Some were strapped to chairs
To ensure they couldn't fall.
Eyes fixed on the floor
No smile to greet her there.
Yet, she sensed her presence
With royalty she shared.
She wondered of their lives
When they were filled with youth.
She imagined greatness
And discoveries of truth.
For even though her visit
Brought a smile or two around
The people in the hall
Filled her with heaven sounds.
For though she was the giver
Of service there that day
She received the gifts
They gave in their own way.
We start as seed then seedling
In life's forest we all dwell.
Yet . . . even gray decaying trees
Have a story they can tell.
-Shanna C. Hugie
Light after dark.
9 years ago
