My book “Unshaken” was dedicated to my son
Stephen. I began writing a year or two before
His death. After that I was unable to write
For a period of time. There seemed to be a
Shift in the underlying theme when I resumed
Writing. I had to cling to encouraging promises
To survive those struggling times.
I have written several short poems that I would
Like to share, one for each day.
In an autumn field I walked
The breeze blew upon the trees
The poplar, beech, and willow
Now their leaves in piles lay
But the old oak tree stands alone
Fully dressed, quietly defying the
Not one leaf shaken, not one
Winds come from the east
North and west
But not one falls at best
It is unshaken!
Standing below this majestic
Tree, surveying the strength
It is to me
I wonder if it is fulfilling my
I, like the oak, holding on to
The old, must wait in His
Time, to make room for the
Until then I am left unshaken!
A comforting verse to
Accompany these words –
“I constantly fix my eyes upon the Lord,
Because He is at my right hand, in order
That I may continue unshaken”