Sunday, March 5, 2017

Fig Trees

The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, “Follow me.” Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter. Philip found Nathanael and said to him, “We have found him about whom Moses in the law and also the prophets wrote, Jesus son of Joseph from Nazareth.” Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Philip said to him, “Come and see.” When Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him, he said of him, “Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!” Nathanael asked him, “Where did you get to know me?” Jesus answered, “I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.” Nathanael replied, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!” Jesus answered, “Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than these.” And he said to him, “Very truly, I tell you, you will see heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man."John 1:43-51 

Fig Tree

Feeling small protected and hidden
Looking up at massive  green leaves
Covering the sun'sets mighty glare
I revel in my autonomy and silence.

They come calling for me, shouting
Rousing me from sweet sleep
As if the whole world was on fire
They drag me out to meet a visitor.

He is not too much seemingly ordinary
A traveling preacher from Nazareth 
As if any thing new can be said
As if any thing will ever change.

He stopped my dismissal with a smile
Telling me about those huge leaves
My hidden resting place so snug
Shattering my arrogance with love.

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