Tuesday, December 1, 2015
There isn't a day that passes that I don't think of you. Immediately after your passing I began to talk to you, and you heard me. You made it very clear it was you. As I opened a closet door in my home, out fell one of your paintings you had given to me, a painting of the branches of a dogwood tree in full bloom.
That picture was safely tucked away waiting to be hung. How it came out of its secure place, you and I both know. Thank you for staying by my side, and blessing our family with your presence. I can still hear your sweet voice, a simple whisper. Below is a poem of the Dogwood tree, and it will forever remind me of you.
I love you, and miss you dearly! Love your cousin, Toni
When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen
Being distressed at the use of the wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for a tree, and so
Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown
And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of My agony."
Author Unknown.
