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Oaks of Righteousness
“That they may be called oaks of righteousness, the
planting of the LORD…” —Isaiah 61:3
What stories shared between these gnarled trees,
What secrets shared twixt these and smiling breeze
Softly singing, “So much more left to see…”
Rustling, roused, rising to a mighty shake;
Rooting, reaching to dream again awake;
Rejoicing, reveling in ancient strength;
Boughs bejeweled with dewy diadems
Bowing, bending to the draw of the wind,
Scatter showers of morning mercy gems.
Arrayed by day in brilliant bolts of light,
Adorned in spangled promises at night,
So much seen and so much more left in sight.
Weathered watchmen yearning for sweet release,
Meanwhile give fleeting glimpse of garden peace
Where the spirit sings free among the trees.
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D.R. Rainbolt is a resident and native of the unique cowboy-cajun-country cultural cross-roads that is Northwest Louisiana. Some of his poems have appeared in Vita Latina magazine.
Your poem makes excellent use of alliteration with the beginning words of the lines in the verses. In a sense it adds strength to that of the oaks. The quote is a perfect one from the Bible to set up the entire scenario. I have always admired oaks and your poem enhances that feeling.
Love trees and love your poem. Thank you.
A very apt metaphoric description of the mighty oak tree – but here they are happy giants, rejoicing instead of lording it over the landscape.
The rhyme scheme is also interesting, particularly the choice to end the stanza on a blank line.