THE TREATISE OF THE TREE
Jesus died on a dogwood tree
He hung his head and died
There were no blooms on that sad day
Though Lord knows that tree tried
But only three days passed
Before the Son arose,
And celebrating that event
Pink blossoms rows on rows
Perhaps you’ve noticed the blossoms’ shape
The same as that holy cross
Death transformed by resurrection
Beauty without loss
There are parables in these trees
If only we have eyes to see
The Almighty left us many hints
How life can truly be
God’s yes to life
Is louder than death’s no
In Spring new life…
among the trees
Reminds us it is so.
So do not dwell on dormancy
Or seasons now gone by
Learn lessons from the harbingers
That reach upward to the sky.
They teach us ‘always reach up’
To the one who rose on high
Who gives us something everlasting
Even before we die.
There is no final victory
Of death or of the grave
Because Jesus overcame them both
When he came to save.
So celebrate his victory
For it is ours as well
Pink cross-shaped blossoms
Remind us….
Of the story we must tell.
BW3
Good Friday 4/3/2026
English (US) · 