GOLDEN GLORY

     By the wayside a small grey wattle stoops
        featureless, unnoticed, indistinguishable,
            forgotten in death - like sleep.
     The Son stoops low and with Love
          kisses the lifeless form.
     Warmth and life flow and light begins
         to glow and blaze, transforming the tree.
     Glory shines in a grey and miserable corner,
     Now the tree is beautiful, impacting for Heaven
     In a grey, lost, despairing world,
             descending into deep darkness.
     Now it is a winter herald of the spring
                 of Jesus' return - 
     Scattering the Jewels of Jesus,
         the "treasures of darkness" (Isaiah 45:1-3)

     "They that turn many to righteousness shall shine
       as stars forever." (Daniel 12:3)

     Tongues of fire come down
     God breaks the branches
     And they become
     Flaming torches sent out to the world.

                                                                          - Tessa