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“Not all, but some” a poem

The river pours out water of life, creatures run to it.

Fields yield its joy, and with happiness a crop is harvested.

Adorned with heavenward hands, trees do sit.

Who causes the bellies of the river beds to swell and flood.

Who has let foul weather fall upon seedlings below.

Who allows fire to ravage forests, shedding priestly blood.

Though water destroys it also nourishes.

Though hope is put in your land, it can disappoint.

Though beauty may flourish, it can be taken away.

Though all cannot be understood,

Though perfection lies but a bit away,

To know what has been revealed, I could.

In this I know, God is good.

“O Pine, The Evergreen”, a poem

“O Pine, The Evergreen”

Wind has a friend in the evergreen,

Though, with its combs to prickle,

And it’s relief humanly unseen,

Sighs like a brook do trickle.


One need only stand in the midst

Of these ever breathing giants,

To feel the rest being lift

With the escort of wind.


Not like their noisy brothers,

Who clap and shudder and sap

The oak, the maple, and others

Don’t exhale the breath of nap.


No, no as these trees go go

Their needles tossed to and fro,

Their cones left to embed the floor,

To receive the breath and live for more.


Wind has a friend in the evergreen,

Lost in its arms, task and time

Ticking and wasting it may seem,

But to sweeten the sigh is the pine!


Luke Olson