By a twist of fate,
Mangled, yet rugged beauty
Fallen, broken, dying yet living, robustly
Giving life, even in death
Like resilient people we know
Like the resurrected one who so
loved the fallen, broken, dying ones
like you and me.
Gnarly and gnawed, 
yet not to be ignored
Streaked and lined by sun and storm,
Bombarded and buffeted ’til finally moulded
into bold
buffalo horns.
The ancient trunk’s life truncated
Its wisdom curtailed
Now lying in state
Twisted but not bitter…in fact
welcoming, inviting
passers-by to stop and
rest on its tender, tortured frame,
Its grandeur undefeated.
A tortuous arm curled skyward
Alluding to greater things
To untold and half-told mysteries,
To the enigmatic shaper
of its fate,
To questions answered only
by first-hand experience
of living and dying…
and living again.
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“He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed…..Yet when his life is made an offering for sin, he will have many descendants. He will enjoy a long life, and Yahweh’s good plan will prosper in his hands.” (Isaiah 53: 5, 10)
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rojnut 