I am called an oak;

a pillar of righteousness;

simply because My Lord has redeemed me,

and I am blessed.

I walk in ways of Ancient,

I think upon the heavenly things;

I am filled with Life's abundance,

and all the joy that it brings.

I see the moon,

The stars perched in the heavens above,

and in the daylight,

I see the wings,

of beautiful pure white doves.

The sunshine gives us warmth;

on days which are otherwise cold,

but there's nothing compared to the Hope,

which encourages my seeking soul.

© 2007 Sandra Lewis Pringle