Breaking Point

BREAKING POINT

Regard a tree

And what do you see

A creation

Growing majestically

The elements were harsh

When it was young

Forcing it to grow

Hardy and strong

Stating firmly

“I belong”

Like that tree

The same can be said

In you and me

For we are young, unformed

Reaching for

Where we belong

The elements we face

Are not so clear

Though they are always present

So near

They are the tests

Which upon us fall

Prodding and pushing

For a breach in our wall

The tests that come

And how we respond

In our strength and character

They correspond

Tis true the tests

Can e severe

But to the divine

They draw us near

We do not always realize

The growth we’ve had

Making us more wise

Though to persevere

We must rise

We do not see

What others see

How these tests

Have shaped you and me

And how strong a tree

We’ve come to be

-Shiidon, October 2010

An image came to mind today as I was driving to work. It was the breaking point of things. For example, we know that trees will bend in the wind. If they do not bend, they will break. If you have ever been on an airplane, the wings flex. A ship is designed to bend. I then thought about the tests that we are besought with, and how we must bend or we can break. I then thought about a tree and how the tree grows strong almost because of the tests it withstands.

These are not new concepts, they just came to my mind and inspired this poem.