The Wood of One Tree

The wood of one tree upon this earth may bend this land to carry both sinners you and me Relenting were the fibres its sap had bled hunched down it wept as the fragile world splintered One tree may carry me Your soul too, it tethers upon this weeping land This tree was bred to carry One death to holiest sanctuary As the nail struck His blood wept upon the land The wood of our ancestors became this place a place for the entire, Human race... Again the nail struck And again... the metal hammer cried! As the nail struck

From within... A shrill note was cast upon the land and a voice was heard most high... as the Great Spirit moved upon the Earth... One Great Spirit cried as lightning struck the sound of hearts thunder as the wood fired to light the midnight sky

Within a tomb

His body lay

as the miraculous came into forms

Resurrect! I heard divine spirits chant in foreboding magical tunes A flight of eternal swans lit up the empty tomb

and the King was reborn...

The wood of one tree

shall carry sinners

both you, our world

and me

Our faiths of one, are one

from the light reborn

and carried on one Eternal Tree!

One Eternal Tree for all!

all faiths at one with One

The final, divine and holiest call...

At judgment, this Tree of Light, shall speak

upon which our souls may hang...

©Jason Christopher 2020

I wrote this poem back in 2014 and revised it slightly