This is raw, powerful, and deeply beautiful, Sarah. The extended metaphor of the tree is so well-crafted, each line peeling back another layer of inherited pain, survival, and revelation. I was especially struck by the moment of self-recognition: “obsessively ever yes, to win the trophy of God’s favour,” such honesty and vulnerability. And the ending, the quiet hope of the Gardener preparing to graft us anew, it left me with tears. A stunning piece. Thank you for writing, sharing your poem and story.
It was such an important revelation to me. No more feelings of superiority or pride. God has saved me out of what I was destined to become. I’m so blessed up could see the heart of these words.
My pleasure! I’m so moved by your honesty and the transformation you’ve shared here. The humility and grace in your words really shine through, it’s a blessing to witness how God is working through your story and your writing. Thank you for sharing it with such courage and depth. God bless you.
I felt each realization and vibration as they hit. You kept us yearning for that final, beautiful couplet. I'll never tire of trees sharing the Gospel message!!
I was really enjoying the mood but then a memory came back which altered the meaning, I'm sorry , it is a lovely poem though. My mother in law had a very tall conifer in her garden very close to the house. After some strong winds the tree had taken tiles off and so she decided she would have it reduced in size. Unable to afford it professionally Steve ( next door neighbour) and I climbed to the top and began cutting it back. Whilst we were doing this two travellers came to door asked Jean for £50 and they would take it down . One of them even started hacking at the tree. Steve and I were convinced they were going to bring it down with us still up it,😂
I like the metaphor of the tree and how this is worked throughout the poem. Thank you
Thank you for sharing your poem and story Sarah!
Thanks for having it, Kassi🫶🏻
This is raw, powerful, and deeply beautiful, Sarah. The extended metaphor of the tree is so well-crafted, each line peeling back another layer of inherited pain, survival, and revelation. I was especially struck by the moment of self-recognition: “obsessively ever yes, to win the trophy of God’s favour,” such honesty and vulnerability. And the ending, the quiet hope of the Gardener preparing to graft us anew, it left me with tears. A stunning piece. Thank you for writing, sharing your poem and story.
It was such an important revelation to me. No more feelings of superiority or pride. God has saved me out of what I was destined to become. I’m so blessed up could see the heart of these words.
My pleasure! I’m so moved by your honesty and the transformation you’ve shared here. The humility and grace in your words really shine through, it’s a blessing to witness how God is working through your story and your writing. Thank you for sharing it with such courage and depth. God bless you.
I felt each realization and vibration as they hit. You kept us yearning for that final, beautiful couplet. I'll never tire of trees sharing the Gospel message!!
So many poems about trees 🌳 🌲😅
Because it’s superior imagery ✨🤍
Simply gorgeous.
What a powerful message, Sarah! A great reminder to us all!
Thanks, Jessie
Absolutely gorgeous! The moment when the Gardener picks up the branch…just wow
I’m so grateful for God’s grace in my family’s life 😭
Beautiful, Sarah. Such vivid imagery!
Thanks for taking the time to read it, my friend.
I understand this very well! Beautifully written, Sarah!
We all come from our own broken trees, and God is kind to do his grafting work over and over and over again 🙌🏻
Beautiful!!
Thanks for stopping by, friend
Sarah, thank you for sharing your moving poem of who we are and the goodness of our gracious Gardener.
He is so good!
I was really enjoying the mood but then a memory came back which altered the meaning, I'm sorry , it is a lovely poem though. My mother in law had a very tall conifer in her garden very close to the house. After some strong winds the tree had taken tiles off and so she decided she would have it reduced in size. Unable to afford it professionally Steve ( next door neighbour) and I climbed to the top and began cutting it back. Whilst we were doing this two travellers came to door asked Jean for £50 and they would take it down . One of them even started hacking at the tree. Steve and I were convinced they were going to bring it down with us still up it,😂
I like the metaphor of the tree and how this is worked throughout the poem. Thank you
I can see why my poem led you to that memory; glad you made it down the tree😅
It was hot and miss haha