I Was A Different Person Then

I was a different person then,

Before the stormy hurricane,

Hard it blew upending roots,

Broken branches, scattered leaves,

Once, tall and proud with stout support,

Base gave way, near blew away,

But Grace held firm its Loving Hand,

I was a different person then,

Leaves turned yellow and fell away,

Drying branches littered ground,

Before the storm it struck again,

I was a different person then,

Despairing roots reached Grace’s Hand,

Thirsty soul so parched and dry,

Life’s New water found its way,

I was a different person then,

From dry and scaly branches spread,

Greening life, but still real bland,

The weakest limb it reached for life,

Screaming out with desperate plea,

I was a different person then,

One leaf shot forth, another still,

Till flowers bloomed and seed burst forth,

She walked by and stood in wonder,

I was a different person then.

                                                -MichaelT  2011