Roots are meant to hold a tree up,
But as they age, with more limbs
And leaves, the roots take on another
Purpose, as well. The roots begin to hold
A tree down, not because it might fly up,
But because the tree may topple over,
With all the additional weight.
So, my roots are important, as a part
Of my foundation, including
The people who have sought me out,
To give me support, to love me,
In my time of need,
My friends and family,
Reminding each other of all that’s been,
And the hope that exists
Based on all of my unique strengths.
So, I’ve had to take a couple steps back,
To relearn some life lessons,
And to venture out again
With newfound strengths,
Realizing I have gained so much,
Over the years.
And then there’s God,
A broken relationship,
From a long time ago,
A fearful one at best,
But one easily ignored, to a point.
As a child of God,
Now I’m listening to my life,
And now I seek him out,
As he has always sought me out.
In holy places,
Full of those who love God’s children,
I’ve heard God say,
“Do you want to be healed?”
“Who do you say that I am?”
I ponder in my heart,
These very true questions.
For how long have I run from the truth?
And how many times have I denied,
Who and what he is,
Come to take away the sins of the world?