The Christian Tree Surgeon
The disappearance of a man who loved
The trees he killed is life contained in brief.
Hiked up among the limbs he chopped and, gloved
To save his hands, he felt a smallish grief
In sawing through to death. He sometimes fell
And suffered broken limbs himself but that
Was not enough to stop him. In this hell
He kept on working, making trees go splat
Against the ground that he was buried in
Much later. This is how this man endured
This thing called life. This guy inflicted sin.
This living was his life writ small, uncured.
..Experienced, endured, and known, his way
….Of loving wanted God to have his sway.