Good Friday

I dig this out now and again for Good Friday, so I thought I'd post it here.

Friday morning

Rooted deep in earth's
Memory
The trees forgot not,
Ravaged
Though they were by men,
Battered
By unnatural storms.
Awake,
They saw and honoured,
Bowing
As one passed who'd been
Unseen
Since the Garden's gates
Were Barred.
All save one dry tree.
Erect,
It kept its hilltop
Vigil.
Lonely it must bear
The weight
Of He Who bore
The world.