Our lives can be broken as suddenly as the oak tree was when struck by lightning. The oak tree may never be the same. Our lives can be restored by God as we allow him to mend every part of us. Patricia
A very intriguing poem. The usage of the fallen tree metaphor is very effective with the imagery you provide. Your ending lines leave the reader with a profound questioning. Easy flow from start to finish. The alliteration in your 2nd stanza ("gentle/giant" & "pride/prostration") are a great touch. Very enjoyable read. Thanks for the post!
Comment Written 30-Mar-2015
reply by the author on 09-Apr-2015
Thanks for your comments.
Although it cannot move or speak,
the old oak is a great image.
It's always there for you.