Psonnets of Worship
Among the Thorns and Thistles

Was this a fruitless fig tree all these years,
a branch cast forth and withered from the vine?
For neither figs for food nor grapes for wine
are gathered, though some seek with itching ears
good fruit from thorns and thistles. None appears.
But fell this fig tree not, for this is Thine,
and cast that branch beneath a branch of mine.
Let me reach down and gather it with tears.
Has light or lamp beneath this bushel hid?
Although my bushel has not filled with fruit,
when asked to dress fig tree and vine, I did
and found there thorns and thistles taking root,
but dug, and dunged, and grafted. God forbid
I leave Thy fields and vineyards destitute.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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