Psonnets of Romance
I Was a Dry Tree

Behold, I was a dry tree, but the Name
of Jesus Christ was planted in me. Why?
So I would not be barren, neither die.
For when His Word had healed the blind and lame
and raised the dead in me, then I became
as one awakened with a mighty cry,
and I beheld the apple of my eye
upon a tree of Eden, without shame.
Within the garden of our love, no strife
shall spoil any branches, fruits, or leaves,
for you are like a fruitful vine, my wife,
and all our children like green olive trees
when, in the midst of us, the Tree of Life
is rooted, grounded, planted on our knees.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org