Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Poem: "The Legend of the Dogwood Tree," author unknown

When Christ was on earth, 
The dogwood grew to a 
Towering size with a lovely hue. 
Its branches were strong and interwoven 
And for Christ’s cross 
Its timbers were chosen. 
Being distressed at the use of its wood. 
Christ made a promise 
Which still holds good: 
“Not ever again shall the dogwood grow 
To be large enough for such a tree, 
And so slender and twisted 
It shall always be with cross-shaped 
Blossoms for all to see. 
The petals shall have bloodstains 
Marked in brown and in the 
Blossom’s center a thorny crown. 
All who see it will think of Me, 
Nailed to a cross from the dogwood tree. 
Protected and cherished this tree shall be 
A reflection to all of my agony.”