Wood never cut, alive and fearless.
Snow, rain, fog, oak, buckeyes spot weariness.
Shadows spread on temporal paths,
the sun hid, fighting to reveal the light.
Lost but not gone.
Majestic, rocky cliffs, from which the eagle hath dove.
Cold, unmoving, strength, yet froze.
Rocks tumble, pebbles crumble, does the stone giant know?
Stone-cold, does he, by faith in God, know that he can be moved?
Innocent, love and peace, does he only know.
What is to become of this Christ-like babe, this beautiful child.
In his old age, brittle and frail, what decisions will he have made.
He knows that by faith, though no path he shall trod, he will w