Ray Waugh, Jr.
LONG, LONG AGO Father
planted a willow tree.
LONG AGO the neighborhood gang
played and swung in the willow tree.
Remember, those hours spent in your favorite
tree house? We called ours a tree fort.
Oh, you never swung from a tree
and dreamed of far away places?
I remember a "big" granite rock
that Jeff and I moved –
The two of us were moving "Mount Everest."
NOW, I can hold it over my head.
I wonder how good those days
Well, I remember blisters, skinned knees,
mosquitoes, and "I've got to go eat."
Time seemed to be forgotten during
those days before . . .
Before there was NOW!
Ever trim an old willow tree
twelve years after you built your
"tree fort" in it?
Your saw finds long forgotten (gutter) nails.
Our PRESENT is like the saw . . .
Our PRESENT is like sawing . . .
Suddenly, brought to
a momentary standstill,
We ponder and remember a
memory long hidden yet ALIVE.
Remember, to thank the Lord when He
reminds you of moments and people
Pray for that person, or if they are gone,
pray for the testimony they left behind.