The years have passed
And my time wont last
The memories have amassed
Some were a blast
Others fragile as glass
At times I was abashed
Feeling like an outcast
But i will continue to steadfast
Through the dead hand of the past
While I engraft my spiritual life raft
Until my journey's end to God comes at long last
4/24/2017
When will the olive tree be free,
its ancient roots,gnarled,twisted
earth-deep into its promised land,
stubbornly ignores its history;
With nectar,embittered and sour
the branches break off,with no bud
the unleafed tree provides no shade,
its verdant green,a dormant brown;
And yet the covenant remains,
the gardener and husbandry
daily engraft shoots with new life-
soon,will the olive tree,be free.
Fuller story at Romans 11