Does this take you anywhere?

I love it!!! The first stanza made me laugh out loud, (I've run into literal trees.) and I continued to chuckle through the rest.

With the Bible verse at the top, I knew I needed to read the trees as a person too. In my head, I heard the voice of a person set in their ways and annoyed that someone is in their way. But the abrupt run-in should hopefully wake us up to God's calling on our lives to lead and share others with him. (Which also is the message of the book I'm reading called Sent by Heather and Ashley Holleman. I'm on a launch team and having a blast! )

I gotta say, I love your spiritual poems. Maybe because the Bible references always give me a clue into how to interpret them, but you also have a great way of showing our human nature too.

This is what I'm walking away with.
Persona got a broader view by walking into a tree.  Sometimes we have to take lumps and bruises to see the broader view.  Usually we have a narrow view.  It takes something to bang us up to see the bigger picture. (I love that Jesus used humble mud in the Bible story.)
In epigraph, Jesus helped the blind man see 20/20.  Here a sturdy tree helps personna see broader view.
S 1:  funny...just can't see the tree...walks into it. (Been there on different levels.)
S 2:  it must have hidden itself... yes, that's how we think:  "not my fault" It grew in my path.
S 3:  must step back to get the broader view.  (Lord, help me to do this.) Tree's fine.  It "sports" flakes of personna's skin. Always a cost for eyes if we don't ask for them. 
Fun poem. 
Now, I'll read what Renee wrote and see how "off" I am.  
Oh, I like that you broke it into 3 stanzas.

Pat, I really like what you wrote! I'm kinda curious now what Todd was chiefly trying to communicate. I feel like I was off.

what matters is that the poet hears back from others the different directions the readers take his/her words.

We readers just hang out with someone else's words.  We get to make them whatever we wish. The beauty of critique, in my penny opinion, is that the poet gets to hear back where a reader took the words in his mind and experience. 

All critiques count and carry weight.  Then the poet can decide what to do with it.   Isn't that wonderful?  It belongs to him. i love how that works.