When God Spoke Through a Tree
There are moments when God speaks not through thunder, nor through great displays of power, but through the simple, quiet things of life—a breeze, a word, a scar, or even a tree. He knows when we most need reminding of His love, and He finds us there, right where we are. This poem was written to capture that truth: that God is not distant. He still speaks softly, every day, through His creation, calling us back to His heart.
When God Spoke Through a Tree
It wasn’t in thunder, nor voice from the flame,
No mountain was trembling, no angel proclaim;
Just sunlight that rested on bark old and grey,
And a whisper that found me, and bid me to stay.
I’d walked through my worries, the weight and the din,
The noise of the world, the doubts deep within;
But there in the stillness, God’s nearness drew near,
In the simplest of moments, His presence was clear.
A scar marked the trunk, where the lightning once tore,
A wound that had healed, yet it spoke even more;
For out of its sorrow, a message was shown,
That even through breaking, His beauty is known.
He said, “See this tree? Though battered by rain,
It still stands unshaken, it still bears My name.
So when you feel weary, forgotten, or small,
Remember this truth: I am Lord of it all.”
No sermon was preached, no temple was grand,
Just roots in the soil and light on the land;
And yet through that moment, my heart came to see,
God speaks through the simple, He once spoke through a tree.
He speaks through the sunrise that chases the grey,
Through laughter and teardrops that fall on the way;
Through birds in their singing, through silence, through pain,
Through loss and through living, through sunshine and rain.
So I’ll listen for whispers in wind and in leaf,
In stillness, in laughter, in sorrow, in grief;
For love doesn’t always arrive with a sound,
Sometimes it’s a tree in a courtyard I’ve found.
And when I forget, when I struggle to pray,
When I wander through questions and lose my way,
He’ll find me again, as He always will do,
In the simplest of places, still speaking, still true.
God’s voice is not always loud or grand; it is often tender, timely, and personal.
He meets us in the smallest details of our day, reminding us that we are seen, known, and loved.
And just like the tree, scarred but standing, He calls us to remember that His grace still holds, His word still speaks, and His love never fades.
Jesus is Lord.