Tangled Testimony

The gray trunk of the tree just outside the window

crooks and sways its way toward the heavens.

Its branches rise and dip, twist and droop.

Its stand seems to show

a constant battle of light and gravity,

wind and whatever else there is

in northeastern Kansas

that doesn’t like straight.

Loops and knurls catch

bits of the whirling snow,

wild growth sprawling and spurling

toward sky and earth and all sorts of in betweens.

Our lives catch the wind, turn,

slowly spin in between moments of clarity.

We tumble, stubborn and focused,

knowing that we are caught

for now

in this struggle of flesh and spirit:

carnal and yet a little lower than the angels.

We carry the weight,

yield to the work of a greater hand,

and show the tensioned shape

between what we are

and what we were intended to be.

And yet, in that constant struggle

between dirt and glory,

still bear our way upward,

enduring the bone-bruising cold,

waiting for the release of fire and spirit.

H. Arnett

2/1/11

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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