Sixty feet high atop my tree
Clings one lone leaf tenaciously.
Through raging rain and heavy snow
That tiny leaf will not let go.
I watch it and I wonder why
That it alone remains on high.
I then compare the leaf to me
And Jesus to the towering tree.
I pray that when harsh trials blow
Like the leaf I won’t let go.
© Frances Gregory Pasch
Published in my book, Double Vision:
Seeing God in Everyday Life
Through Devotions and Poetry