A tree of life stood to flourish full,
I think the roots were strong and deep.
It’s unseen anchor into the ground,
Like wisdom in the soil of faith.
From these roots of wisdom grew,
A solid trunk of truth and love.
The leaves that flourished were blessings,
Gifts of abundance that were asked for.
Yet the delightful treasure was the fruit,
Brightly colored, induced of juicy life.
Love, joy, peace, as apples and pears,
Patience and kindness abounded.
Goodness and faithfulness flourished,
Gentleness was of a subtle strong taste.
Self-control needed to be cooked to enjoy,
And it was worth the smallest effort.
…I thought about this tree of life I saw…
If roots of wisdom are not strongly deep,
The tree may be full, lush with leaves,
Yet not nourishing with life-giving fruits.
Or perhaps it is top-heavy, unbalanced,
Ready to topple over in life’s storms.
…Grow deep and strong, roots of wisdom,
To birth and sustain an abundant tree of life…