Simon Bray's Photograph, Lent 2025, April 3rd

Tree of Life

Take me to the tree
Of sorrows where you,
still, stand tall with me.

Take me to the tree
that stands for all that I,
still, cannot know or see.

My God, My God,
You cry beneath the silence
Why have you forsaken me?

Take me to the Tree of Life
Which even in her dying
Lights with love, at Calvary.

Here is your sting,
O death,
And I am stung.

Yet still — this sacred
space: the place
where beauty has begun.