The Icy, Gnarly Elm

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The icy, gnarly elm alone

in the dell, just beyond the spruces,

has taken on to moan and groan

and wonder of her uses;

to worry in the winter scene

where none but harshness grows—

and the cold wind blows.

Yet even so, the elm stands firm,

though the weighted ice is building,

and there lies at core a diseasing worm

as the branches soon are breaking;

forbidding is the winter scene

in which all things are made weak—

where the plight looks bleak.

But there is remembrance of who one is,

as the sun shines on and sparkles,

even through the strain and brittleness

there is reason still for marvels;

hostile may the winter scene become

and the stressful toll long—

but her trust is strong.

Proverbs 3:5-6