The lifeblood of the tree
Ran red as wine
As the golden sun filtered through
The leaf-green canopy.
The sky was tinged with hints of storm
Dark grey fringing the edges of what had once been blue
Threatening the coming rain
Water to wash the world away.
She shook out her shining hair
Feet springing from the green grass beneath
To the rough grey bark of the tree
As her hands clung tight to the branches.
And the cold wind broke against the strong stone
As the rain turned to frozen ice crystals
Tears on her face and tears from the sky
Both caught in the boundaries of promise.
From the roots of such pain
Would You still grow beauty?
Do You know all the fear
Locked in Your command to trust?
But if perfect love casts out fear
Would You uproot all the idols
Purge away all the fears
And leave me with only perfect love?
