There’s an old tree
Given to me
Many years ago
Bought for one dollar in a pretty pot
That was worth more
I planted it with high hopes
Not knowing what it was to become
It grew and spread
It’s branches to the sky
The roots became the resting place
For some of our beloves
I took that dollar tree for granted
Till the days I noticed
It wasn’t sprouting any new leaves
The branches seemed to break with ease
As if it had lost all of it’s strength
For a fleeting moment
I thought of taking the old chainsaw and cutting it down
Until I sat outside, wrapped up in covers
Drinking coffee
Listening to the birds
Hearing the Spirit
Speak softly to me
Reminding me, tenderly
There’s beauty and purpose left in this tree
There’s always more that meets the eye
Look for the treasures
Find the light
Make something out of nothing
Just like you were taught
So I decided, right then and there
This old dollar tree was still alive
Branches reach up to the sky
Singing a song
“Every blessing You pour out
I’ll turn back into praise”
I saw the chance
Without the leaves
It became a place to hang
Things that made my soul dance within my body
Pieces that would be discarded or forgotten
Take on a new life
With beauty and purpose
A few bells to ring
A yellow tire swing
Metal pitcher
Heart made from a hanger
Baubles and beads that had been collecting dust
Found themselves hanging up, gracing the branches
This old dollar tree
Still has lessons for me
There’s beauty and purpose in everything
I can hear the voice
Of the woman that raised me
“Don’t you dare give up on anything, all it needs is love.”
Beauty and purpose
Is still alive
Jeanna’ Mead
April 20 2020
7 12 a.m
Jeanna' Soul 