THE OLD PERSIMMON TREE

             

I’m in the process of writing a book, THE POET, Art of A Caring Heart, the following is a glimpse into the writing. Short stories and romance, the character of one’s inner soul of life and love through a Poet’s heart.

THE OLD PERSIMMON TREE

   Down by the Mississippi River below Cape Rock Park, Cape Girardeau, MO, there is this old persimmon tree. Twisted branches, gnarled rough textured bark with alot of natures  own  giving character. Not sure of the age of the tree but it has matured well and withstood a many good strong winds and floods I am sure of that. The tree is my perception tree. By that I mean I look at it and study it's form and character.  I have asked GOD that I not pattern my life like the branches of that twisted old tree.

Ok, the tree is a tree. Looking at that it I see it's  twisted branches and gnarled texture. I see that the branches and the rough bark represent the world and all it's struggles or hate. Look at how the world treats people but we’re all supposed to be kind to of whom we encounter daily. Giving all hope with help having as in twisted branches of daily life struggles. 

This old persimmon  tree has branches naked and as seasons change takes on leaves only to bear tart fruit that ripen into something good. Such as is the way of life. 

My times of sitting and studying that old tree being down in the valley soul searching these times. Seeing more and more the lack of humility and compassion for humanitarian goodness. Always knowing the LORD desire's that we serve like as His character. Loving all and being humble to all. Stranger’s or immigrants not casting judgement or hate willingly to give more and more even as if servants. As His character illiterates where holding to humility keep's that double minded way from being a negative part of life.

Earth needs an urgent purpose for wholeness. 

All part of the of abundant humanitarian care throughout this our World. The troubled in spirit, homeless, afflicted, or just even if anyone in need offering them a drink of water. It’s the care and concern of a giving heart. 

It’s a call from GOD with the shout from heaven in all of Earth's realm, care for all people.  The very Soul of humanitarianism makes this man’s wish for that realm of Heaven to serve all mankind. Having spent many hours around that old tree, I have asked GOD for His Spiritual guidance. Too give me the wisdom to go beyond the twisted branches of life. And that gnarly rough bark, by pass it’s character to see lives worldly struggles that cloud, seeing the real purpose the feeling of just not giving up, but to love. That which lives in the deepest recesses of the soul. The eyes of lives vision.

I have taken pictures of that tree as a reminder that there is something better in life then twisted branches. Something better then gnarled bark. That is love. A love that has a binding force to keep mind, body and spirit desiring more and more humbleness the way of those that were touched in His day, that man wouldn't touch but were condemned. 

I like that old persimmon tree. Another season has passed and gone, Fall has come. Soon it's leave's will be full foliage next Spring and more fruit will come forth. Patiently enduring the weather thrown against it, wind, storms, or floods. Aged endurance. 

Life is bearing fruit of humility growing into and wrapped in the love of His humanitarian character as in a journey seeking all in need. Yes that old persimmon tree is a life lesson, It’s character and strength has caused me to seek more balance and to realize that troubling strongholds that come against me, anyone, be compassionate and merciful always be the light of guidance through love for any humanitarian crisis. And thankfully the divine of one’s soul is a light of the inner self,  to love. 

Lloyd Douglas Cotner