Fallen, by Joanna Caldwell
Photo by Rhonda H. Broyles
Fallen
From high
One little acorn
cracks open its shell,
Pushing one small root down,
Deep, deep, to nurturing ground.
All the while tiny leaves rising,
Toward sun-filled skies they heavenward climb.
Season by season sun and rain nurtured,
Transforms sprout, to sapling, to sheltering tree.
Mature trees now lifting canopied leafy arms:
Ever praising Creator
Bearing witness to Glory,
Whether gentle breeze blowing
Or strong stormy winds raising.
Mighty oaks joined in worship
Bring joyful revelation!
For with wisest of wisdom
The Creator desiring
Begins great things from small ones!
Through Creation inspiring
Me to shift my attention
from the great storms surrounding
To take heart in the small things,
Which by God’s care become great.
Small things like an acorn,
Small things like me.

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