Once there was a grand forest
Full of life and beauty
Till a logging company
Decided it was their duty
...to cut it down
Tree after tree disappeared
Leaving the rest to retreat in fear
As they moved to the center
Only the bark was needed to make
Products of convience
That promised to take
...the process of pain
Humans are horrible creatures
With entitled features
Leaving One tree to stand alone
Stripped naked of its bark
Products and People
Devalued the tree and left the mark
...of pleasure killing pain
Vulnerable, raw to touch
The only use left, a wooden crutch
...for a wounded soldier.
Written by Trudy Schrader
Note: In my counseling class, we watched a video of an addicted man who was clearly in denial. He was defensive, and not in a place to admit he had a problem. I actually prayed, "God please don't send me a client like that." Another student, who was moved to compassion said, "Do you see him? It's his identity. He can not be vulnerable. He must be strong! How horrible...no place to rest." I repented of my uncaring prayer.
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