With quiet dignity
Standing as a refuge
For those who flock to you.
You are shelter,
Security,
A place for us to
Grow.
Rooted in reality and
Reaching to the sky,
You remind me that
An acorn has to
Die
Before it can
Thrive.
Hey, guys! It’s been a busy summer at Camp Gilead, so this is a poem I wrote in April on the prompt “A Tree.” I look forward to reconnecting with you all after the end of this last week of camp!!
-Squid
Squid's Cup of Tea 
The last line of the poem – an acorn has to die to thrive – is oddly mysterious and deep.
Welcome back (almost)! I’ve missed reading your fun, slice-of-life posts.
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Thank you!! The acorn line came from John 12:24 “Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” Which is such a profound concept!
Aww, thank you! I’m glad to be back! I’ll try to start posting slightly more regularly before I leave for Ohio on August 1.
I liked the freedom being off of social media gave me, though, so I’ve been pruning the blogs I follow and how much time I put into other people’s blogs, so I might have missed some good posts. 😦 But I’m trying to catch up a bit. 🙂
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Camp on, Squid!
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Hi Syd. I enjoyed reading your poem. Have a blessed last week of camp. Steve, Kristen and Hadassah
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Awww, thanks, guys! 🙂
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