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Lonely Acorn
by louis gander Lonely is the acorn from way atop the oak - tumbling fast through branches, down past all other folk. Lonely, not the squirrel emerging from its hut - and storing safe for winter, the lowly, little nut. Lonely is the acorn, buried in the ground - who once survived in sadness, where truth was seldom found. Lonely, not the the hunter who stands behind his gun, who aims at his next target, who shoots it on the run. Lonely is the tap root that grows down in so deep, drawing up the moisture, so life itself, can keep. The hunters haunt the hunted with minds so twisted, twirled - and satisfied will never be, defining this mere world. Not useful as a mortal nut, no longer living free - so bury it, if that's the wish, but some day it will be... ...a mighty tree in stature, where truth still grows it more, and though it very lonely, has acorns by the score. A tree that feeds the hunted and hunters faithfully - but tree still very lonely, if that's how life must be. Lonely are the fragile, and lonely are the weak - so lonely are the trampled, and lonely too, the meek. Popular the answers taste, for queries others feed - but hunger pangs will linger on, until all truth is freed. But springs of living water, is where God's truth is found - so count it all a blessing, when buried in the ground. Numerous and popular are lies that pass the tooth - but lonely still, the acorn, and lonely too, the truth. 2010 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |