Some folks will simply see a tree with branches split and broken,

While others see a winter death where not word is spoken,

When life is sapped from living things, when death has overtaken,

As sleep slips slowly on the scene and all life is forsaken.

Trees may appear to be lifeless, without a leaf to spare,

But within the trunk of that ancient beast, a heart is present there,

We cannot hear the rhythm of that heartbeat forever strong,

But beat it does, a life remains to join in spring’s sweetest song.

In winter we may be just like those dormantly, resting trees,

We’ve shed the coats of summer skin as life blows as it will please,

When spring arrives, our hearts still strive for new life forever more,

We don new skin, without and within, we live as once before.

A year now ends, the days are long, we hope for winter to leave,

It seems like cabin fever has hit, it’s so hard to perceive,

New life is just around the corner, the old withers and dies,

When days begin to grow longer,  life returns before our eyes.



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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3 Responses to NEW LIFE FROM OLD

  1. oneta hayes says:

    Art and poem, both so touching to me. I love that tree from sky, earth, and water.

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  2. Kathy, your poem’s title says so much of what is to come. Your prose and Paul’s painting take me to a nearby nature park. The roots of fallen giants, the chestnut trees, are still filled with life. Though disease reduced these trees to stumps, their will to live survives.

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