Legend of the Dogwood Tree Poem

The legend of the dogwood tree poem was written many years ago by an unknown poet. The poem reflects the cross that Christ hung on was made of dogwood, however, this type of tree was not natural to the Holy Land. Regardless, the point of the poem is one that no matter what the wood that was used for the cross, Christ suffered upon that cross.

Truly a legend that has been passed down - When you look at the petal of a dogwood they are in the shape of a cross. And the middle of the flower resembles a crown of thorns. The tips of the flowers look like a nail was put through them. And some see the colors as a representation of drops of blood of the crucifixion. It should be noted that the Bible does not give us information on the type of wood nor does it give any reference to the dogwood tree. The legend just represents a reminder of the crucifixion - the use of a dogwood tree it is not an actual fact.

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The Legend of the Dogwood Tree
Poet: Unknown

When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen

Being distressed at the use of the wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for a tree", and so

Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown
And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.

"All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of My agony."

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