The Regal Palm Poem by Burt Poole

The Regal Palm
Up from the desert, hot and dry
row upon row they stand.
Majestic, sentinels so high,
rising from the sun-baked sand.
Pointing to the heavens, blue,
with fingery fronds of green,
wave gently as the winds pass through,
thus their friendly greetings seen.
Lord, help me, like the upright palm
to rise from life’s troubled plane.
That I may ever point to Thee,
Whom my life does sustain.
Through disappointments, trials and loss,
when the winds of conflict blow,
help me to keep on standing tall,
and through them help me grow.
Bathe my soul-roots in Thy Word,
Lord that my strength may come from Thee.
Thou Maker of all the universe and,
Creator of both man and tree.

(4/26/90)