As I was walking across the forest floor, I came upon a tree, a dogwood tree. It's leaves flittering in the wind. The white dogwood petals, the color of snow, were glowing so brilliantly in the dense forest of trees. I am reminded of a legend, of which has been told time and time again.
Dogwood Tree Poem
In Jesus' time, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.
'Twas strong & firm it's branches interwoven
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing the distress at this use of their wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
"Never again shall the dogwood grow
Large enough to be used so
Slender & twisted, it shall be
With blossoms like the cross for all to see.
As blood stains the petals marked in brown
The blossom's center wears a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember me
Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected this tree shall be
A reminder to all of my agony.
Th dogwood tree poem is one of my favorites and always reminds me of our blessed history.