A Single Tender Reed
stands gently at the shore
does it dream of being something more?
Does it cry and wail with tears
in it’s seeming solitude?
Does it stand in quiet glory
with praise and fortitude?
When the rays of sun beat down
upon it’s tender soul
Does it yearn for cool clear waters
from the rivers raging flow?
Does it stand in awe and wonder
of the glory that it shares?
Does it see the birds, beasts, and meadows
or close it’s eyes and stare?
When the cruel, cold winds of autumn
press against its face
Does it whither and mourn in til Spring
or long for loving grace?
When the storms rain down upon it
does it cower and moan “why me?”
Does it welcome rain’s sweet folly
and embrace it lovingly?
Does the soft and gentle reed
find joy in it’s lush, bleek home
Does that single, tender reed
believe it truly stands alone?