THE FAMILY TREE

Our family is a tree,
Branches spreading far.
Uncounted sprigs and twigs,
And mighty limbs that soar.

We cannot know them all,
Or count their many leaves.
Know the secret workings,
Retrieve their hidden keys.

Below the arching grandeur
Are gnarled and tangled roots,
Extending ever deeper,
Sustaining precious fruits

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To know the true beginning
Of a complex family tree,
One need only look 
To The One who plants the seed.

Copyright 2009 Ken Ragan