There’s a small tree in the garden that is good:
A dogwood;
The blossoms, stained, bear the sign of His Cross, the contemplations
Of the One who would redeem the nations
Ever short is this tree,
The inconspicuous one only the blind can see,
As mighty cedars saunter on by
Unable to behold what this little tree does hide.
For beneath the layered petals stained
Grows a multitude inside, framed
In golden white, dressed in purity
By the Sacrifice of the Cross, of the Stains cleansed and kept
By Him, for good, for eternity—
In His love towards glory we are joyously swept.
By Elisabeth Smith ‘28, Co-Assistant Editor-in-Chief
28esmith@montroseschool.org
