In Wisdom's Way

My friend, John Embry, asked me what I had gained
From all my years of dealings with God
I said, John,
I've learned to be a tree, not a man
But you're a man, said John, not a tree
One thing about men, John, I said
A man can be what he says, what he decides
And I've said and decided
That I'm a tree
That's the way God wants this man
To be.

Why like a tree, asked John?
Because they put down roots and are still
They reach to Heaven with their beauty
Birds nest in their branches
They provide shade
Grow tall
And live long
Peaceful, graceful, wise
These are trees, John
And I would be one with them
One of them
If I stand and stay
In wisdom's way.

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