A clump of stately birch trees,

Caressing the frigid landscape,

Creating a barrier from the elements,

A hiding place for those who need shelter,

A place to bask in winter’s glory,

Reaching to heaven,

As hands praying,

These wondrous trees,

Have seen much,

Have heard many things,

Yet their voices remain silent,

Unlike the Creator who placed them there,

Who speaks to us through nature,

And His Holy Word.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to WINTER’S GLORY

  1. I love the way you personify the trees in this poem… and that ultimately you draw a contrast between their seeming silence and God’s clear communication to us! And again, not only is your poem beautiful, but you add Paul’s painting–the icing on the cake! 🙂

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    • says:

      You make such cool things out of my words. I love your interpretation so much. Paul’s art really inspires what I have to say to go along with his work. We’re a good team I guess.


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