|Faith and Oaks
Author: Mourningstar13 PM
I climbed the oak tree in my backyard because I got an urge to do so. After being ditched by my boyfriend, I decided to muse on faith. Well, my brain turned to it's current drug, poetry in couplet form, and this is it's form of rehab.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 147 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-21-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2893358
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Faith is like an oak tree
climbing it's branches, you see
obstacles in the way
branches and twigs which make you say
"I'd rather be on the ground,
at least then I can't fall down."
At this point, some descend
Of their journey, this is the end.
They return to the dirt, from whence they came
wondering why they won't climb again.
Others climb high, and try so hard
but slip and fall, their failure as piercing as glassy shards.
The branches have a firm support
they anchor you like a ship to a port
Some question why you chose to make the climb
in return, you ask why they declined
The tree has many different levels
The sky is God's, the ground is the devil's
which makes you ask the question:
"Where am I on the tree of faith?"