When Christ was on earth, the Dogwood grew
To a towering six 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 this 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 in
And in the blossoms 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.