Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay, donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves. Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds. Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast! Everything for which He stood – a scheme inside a dream; His crowning achievement – a sacrificial theme; all was laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.
Illustrated by Aaron Pocock
She came to me one morning
without a leaf to bear.
I needed no fair warning
from the lass with twiggy hair.
She tickled my fancy twice,
and then brushed against me thrice.
The warm-up was very nice, but
her next move came with a price.
I paid for it dearly, and tipped her properly.
Then I asked,
“See you again next Friday?”
Please come and give the dear lady a piece of your mind.
Watch out for splinters.
I’m so glad you stopped!
Yes, I’ve been felled and can’t get up.
I never intended to cross the road.
The other side never looked greener.
I do hope you welcome the detour.
You’ll find a knife in the fork just ahead.
In a minute, you can leave your mark.
Carve your initials into my bark.
Now add a plus sign for good measure.
Then under that – the name you treasure.
Surround them both with a human heart,
Captured in love, in rapture thou art.
No skin off my back, I feel no pain.
‘Tis good to be on the road again!