The Top Of The Giant Oak
I was a boy when I first climbed the Oak,
Whose branches were so vast
They seemed to stretch out for hundreds
Of feet in all directions
Whose limbs reached and searched,
Groping for the touch of the other trees
Even though the other trees shrank away from it's majestic size
There was a barrier that I wanted to tear down
So that I might see why the other trees
Would want to withhold their leaves from the Oak
And as I struggled to climb,
Scraping my shins and tearing away the skin
From the tips of my fingers
I also found that I could dissolve my self-doubt
I reached the top at sunset
And I discovered not God
