Spiritual Poetry posted March 29, 2009 |
reflective quatrain poem
The Legend of the Dogwood
by adewpearl
My father planted dogwood trees that blossomed in the spring, and every year he'd share with me this legend of our King. Two thousand years and more ago they built a killing cross to crucify a gentle man -- the world still feels His loss. They chose a stalwart dogwood tree, the strongest tree then grown, to bear the weight of Christ's last hours before He took His throne. The tree, of course, had no last say on choices mankind made, and suffered greatly for the part in Jesus' death it played. It wept as nails were hammered in and shared Christ's every pain -- then prayed no crucifixion would it ever aid again. Did Jesus sense the grief this tree felt as His life drained out? What happened next should answer this beyond a shade of doubt. For where the dogwoods once had towered above the mighty oak, their branches now grew gnarled and fine, not fit for cross or yoke. And still their cross-shaped blossoms bloom, reminding us each May, compassion triumphs over hate, and hope outlives dismay. |
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I do not know the origin of the legend of the dogwood, but it has been around at least since I was a child. I have not made it up but put it into poetic form and added my own message at the end. In addition to what I have included, there is more symbolism in the blossoms. Each petal bears the mark of the nail and is stained red, to symbolize Christ's blood, and in the center of each flower is a crown of thorns. The actual type of tree used for the cross is never mentioned in the Bible.
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