A Lesson in Faith

A silhouette against the sky, Standing on the hill out there, Outlined in contrast. A thick strong trunk, Fracturing into many limbs, Ending in vulnerable, fragile branch tips against A sky starting to glow rosy pink, In the rising sunlight of a cold winter day. Walking closer, Hearing fractured limb rubbing against, A gnarled knob on the truck. Rubbed raw by the gentle breeze of much time, First broken by the wind of a crashing storm. Being made stronger where it was weak. Standing, from there it was a vision of raw perfection, From here the visible imperfect. In passing…

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