Trees have always been a source of inspiration for people around the world. From the tiny glimmer of hope signified by a tiny sprout in the ground, to the resilient mighty oak standing alone after a storm. Trees not only grow with us, but can often stay standing when we become nothing but a memory etched into their bark. One person can look at a tree and see life; another sees death. Where one person sees strength, another sees vulnerability. Trees give us life, and their influence on us is never more apparent than in poetry.
My great, great nephew Julian
died on May 18, 2011, and we
planted a tree in his memory.
When Julian went to heaven to be an angel,
he was only 4 months old, so sadly, we
won’t be able to watch him grow.
The tree we planted for Julian is very small,
so we will watch it and care for it over the
years as it grows strong and tall.
When we look at the tree, and see it grow
taller each year, we will always remember
and be grateful to God that Julian was here.
Julian is a part of heaven, and the tree
is part of the earth. We rejoice in the
knowledge that God created them both.
We will remember Julian as long as we
live, and we’re grateful the tree is a
gift to God’s earth that we can give .
Julian’s tree, with God’s loving care, will not only keep living, it will thrive for all to enjoy and share.