JUST LIKE ME

An old man
Sat down by a tree
He whispered something
The tree answered
Just like me

My old bones ache
Movement is slower
My fingers shake
The tree answered
Just like me

But my heart is light
My minds at rest
I feel my soul is right
The tree answered
Just like me

Under your branches I sit
Touching your bark
My skin close as I can get
The tree answered
Just like me

I will soon go down I think
Into a box they’ll make
Into the ground I’ll sink
The tree answered
It will be made of me

(Written the day my brother Dale died March 30, 2025
Poems, Ben Fike 2025)

“I am the resurrection and the life. The one, who believes in me, even if he dies, will live. Everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?” Jesus