… I will liken thee, O house of Israel, like unto a tame olive tree … Jacob 5:3
I don’t remember how we started, who was grafted into whom,
who first strengthened roots and tamed bitter thoughts to tenderness.
But I believe the Master planted us together, left us alone a while
not to make us desperate, but to give time for turning toward each other
to nourish away weakness before we wither. He waits at the gate,
hand poised midway between grief and hope.
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