A Splendour to Behold

Below the frozen ground he waits,
In restless sleep he lies,
Protected from the wind and rain
That flow from steely skies.

Cold winter snows begin to melt
Revealing nature’s best—
Unknown strength begins to rise
Boldness to pass the test.

Day by day he stretches forth
With courage new life brings—
Timeless changes make him soar
On flights of eagle’s wings.

Freshness comes with gentle rains,
Relieves the summer’s heat;
Power bleeds through woody veins—
A weakness to defeat.

Daring he saluted cloudless skies,
Graceful and upright, bold
Visions to capture for his own—
A splendour to behold.

Autumn leaves fall all around
Like graceful butterflies;
Limbs grow stronger every year
And reaches to the skies.

He stretches out to fill the air,
Stands bold beside his peers;
With his solid strength and power,
He’ll stand for many years.

Seasons come and seasons go,
Grand valour takes its place,
No longer swayed by winds of time—
Grown to majestic grace.

Daring to pass the test of time,
He gazes down to see
God’s design of might and courage—
Boldness in a cedar tree.

© Chrissy Siggee

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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Why?

Why is life like the ebbing tide?

The ebb of tides is never-ending…

Devastation can come in one huge wave

Or glide you gently into the shore.

 

Why is life like the shining sun?

Its radiance never ceases to glow…

Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze

Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.

 

Why is life like the lilies of the field?

They stand so tall in their Sunday best…

Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend

Or makes them dance in a summers breeze.

 

Why is life like a shooting star?

Sometimes you see it, sometimes not…

Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky

Or gone in an instant, to be no more.

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

From my book: Glimpses of His Glory