Leaf

Veins of green and white

strung from stem to end of leaf

run thick with the quick of life,

that moves so light and sweet

much like my fingers touch upon the emerald summer signs

dangling by thousands from every waiting tree;

small enough to be held in the hand

and large enough to sustain a forest’s king.

And you, my Lord, hold all life between,

from space’s span to ocean’s trench,

within your mighty hands

and fingers that guide each shaking leaf

as they lift to drink the summer sun.

So I shall, like those emerald creations,

lift my eyes to the great Creator

and trust Him for all I need

for surely the Lord is steadfast in love;

bountiful in good deeds to men

and the only one who saves.