God's Tree Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

High on a hill it was said this tree
guards a little boy who went to heaven too early,
a future that did not happen.
I will never know if he was big or small, talkative or quiet, handsome or brave,
I will never know if he would have grown to be a great athlete, or a teacher of boys like himself, an honored healer, or a great maker of laws, and while I am here bonded by gravity I never will,
Yet he is somehow with me.
While his life stood still, mine did not, the road I chose was mixed with more folly than fame, as many valleys as mountain tops,
I've swallowed my guilt but not my sorrow,
I only ask should fate bring us together beyond this earth,
I will Tell Him Yes, I could have done more, but I could have done worse,
That is to be human,
Importantly
That is what I will tell God.