Z.B.McClure - Opening Acts

SAPLINGS   by Zach B. McClure

From where I stand
to meditate
upon the misty view,
I see the ghosts
of trees now cut;
the space where
they once grew.
~
And it haunts me
to my center.
When I hear mosquitoes buzz.
'Cause that's the sound
Grimm reaper makes,
when he does
the things he does.
~
Then through my
Netherworld there shines
a shaft of spreading light.
Spotlighting all the
 saplings who
have just begun to fight!
~
and so-
as I feel Old reaper's bite...
I go down
HOPEFUL in the night.

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I wrote the poem above on the morning of September 29th [2009].  I had been thinking about my family and how we all are growing older.

this past week, my niece asked me to help her brush up on her parallel parking skills before taking her road test, and we had fun!  It brought back memories of when I was just starting to drive. (by the way- God allowed her to pass!)

My grandparents are now all gone. I miss them. But they have left all these little saplings behind! So, this is where the idea for this poem came from.

At death, the human race continues. And the Lord has a GRAND purpose He is bringing about!