Body and Blood

One day he found an acorn,
Just lying on the ground,
And he admired its shiny surface
As he turned it round and round.

It was like a voice was telling him
Don't plant it in the sand.
If you want this tree to live
Just hold it in your hand.

Throw away that acorn
Friends and family would insist,
But he held it ever so tightly
Clenched into his fist.


The acorn had all it needed.
Yes, it was warm and damp
And the little boy did not drop it
He held on like a clamp.

In the warmth and dampness
The acorn began to sprout,
The little boy just smiled
For he knew what it was about.

One day a little leaf.
Came between the fingers of the boy.
While people around him were horrified
He just jumped for joy.

The acorn grew and grew
The boy thought it was grand
That now there was an Oak
Where once he had a hand.

Now the boy was very careful
When he went to bed at night
To always place his hand
Where the tree would find the light.

As the boy grew older
Much to everyone's alarm
There was no hand, anymore
In fact not much of an arm.

The boy started to fade
The tree was taking its toll
But he never lost his smile
Just concentrated upon the goal.

Everyone knew it would happen
As they laid the boy to rest
The tree had now grown and
Consumed his back and chest.

One man wept
When he saw what the boy did
Seeing the tree to large for the coffin
He cut a hole in the lid.

They buried the boy in this field
Or at least that is what they say,
As they walk through the forest
To see his grave today.

When people read this story
That's nailed upon this Oak
Many turn away and laugh
For they think it is a joke.

But this is now an eternal forest
For when there's the slightest breeze
You can hear the boy laughing
From high up in the trees

A few say it was the Devil
Making the tree and boy as one,
But most just look at the forest
And say, "look what God has done".