How profound it is
that when I - distraught
and beset by life's ironies,
peace can yet be found
as I stand me on the ground
beneath the silent boughs of a wise old tree.
While burdened, I lament and groan
Yet, I stand here not alone,
for my glorious Maker,
who made also this tree,
tarries beneath its boughs with me;
and makes its silence
in His presence
golden.
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