Cedar Tree

The Cedar Tree stood in shade
Stunted in shadows
Found no relief from gutter rains
& the whipping winds of the North.

When the Seasons inched forward
The Sun bore down
Burning its bark into scars of disfigured tattoo.

Sparse leaves left before their allotted time
& appearing naked during the formal dress of Fall
This twisted tree was marked for burning.

At the remnants stacked for drying
One piece split open revealed an image within
Of another tree from long ago & far away.

Now this peaceful piece remains at Altar
Revered by all that believe
That we all have something of value hidden within •