Short blog post today. I wrote this poem on Good Friday two years ago, and I thought it was fitting for the Triduum we enter into tonight.
Two Trees
The tree that brought man death
Stood in the garden lush and beautiful,
Untainted by any breath of sorrow,
Risen from the sweet earth
Bursting with the life of God's creation.
And Adam, as yet unfallen,
Master of that garden, having been given
Authority over all other creatures,
A proud lord saw himself
And wished to have the greatness of his God.
So he took the fruit.
And instead of greatness he was given death.
The tree that brought man life
Stood on a bare hill devoid of beauty
And on it hung a Man
Racked with torments, despised by all,
Yet He was in truth the Lord of all creation.
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