Fig Tree Poem by Raymond A Foss

Fig Tree



Oh change your ways
you dead, dying tree
turn from your thoughts
law alone, hear, heed
the new soil, the prophets,
the way, the new soil
new food, the gardener gives
feel the new message,
new call, new food
feed your trunk,
your branches
your flowers, your leaves
bear fruit of the new soil
new covenant
new food

Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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Raymond A Foss

Raymond A Foss

Westfield, MA / United States
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