Apricots
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We planted some fruit trees
some five years ago;
The peaches produced more
than you'd guess would grow.
The apricot sits there,
does nothing each year.
Brings up a reminder
a parable made clear:
A man had a fig tree
right there in his garden.
He came seeking fruit, but
instead, he found none.
He said to the keeper,
"These years I've come seeking;
Three seasons I've waited,
and now expect some.
I think that it's time that
we stopped, brought this tree down.
Why let it continue
to use up the ground?”
The gardener said, "Sir
Let’s leave it another;
I'll add some manure,
turned into the roots.
If still nothing happens
then we'll cut it down,
but I am quite hopeful
that it will bear fruit.”
My fruit tree, a lesson,
but I'm not the keeper;
No, I’m just a fruit tree
my maker has wrought.
He's Lord of the harvest
and we are His garden.
Some children are peaches,
and some, apricots.
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After 5 full years, it looks like we have blooms this year. Very excited!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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