• Rev. Ani

The Trees of Tribulation

Poems From The Porch

photo by Mika Matin on Unsplash.com


The sun doesn’t have time

to warm the earth this morning

because the clouds only allow

a transient glimpse of light to be felt.


Life is like that, too,

in times of tribulation.


The Sun is always there

radiating Its loving beams,

but murky days cloud their reception


Its no fault of the Sun, though,

and our cumulous cousins can’t take the blame either.


For nothing exists independently,

and what at first you might reject

is necessary.


Water and light


Your life and mine


The mighty wind is not heard

without trees through which to blow.

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