The Childless Fig Tree
A Blossoming fig splashed with sunlight to paint it Green,
rooted the earth against the winds,
branches stretched
Abroad,
To cool with the breeze, traveling stems,
fresh leaves on, like wig
on a lawyer's yet
childless its
bore,
though chastised by its season,
and caressed
by nature.
He traveled from afar to get close to it
Bathed in Baptism,
slept the forests
Walked ages, seasoned the days
period the time,
Smiles the
miles
full
of nights.
stood by it, gazed at it, gave a hug chime
nonreciprocal greetings
Splashed beck at
him childless
its bore cold
its stood
fixed the
earth
With huge bark, dark brown
Earthen roots sunk deep
down, broad fragile
stems yet a
childless
its bore.
Out stretched arms stems
The cardinal of the earth
The leaves freshening.
Still yet childless it bore.
Angered wore his compassion
With beautify attires
And spat fire
from His
scripture coated tongue
splashed
it on
her
To bake it withered and dry, No soul never taste
Of thy vine to dine childless
your fruit till forever
comes
Thus it paled off
childless and fruitless
Its withered.
Mark 11: 12 - 14
20- 27
N/A
6/5/2020
BRIAN'S SELECT 5,any form,any theme
6/2/2020
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