Do not Forget
A fig tree grows beneath my window
Yes, it’s true, a fig tree grows,
My wife has eaten of the fruit,
Green and inside red as rose
Red as blood, red as wine
Red inside as April, ripe
As red bud blossoms or the sky
Of summer dawn’s uprisen night
A fig tree like the Christ-cursed tree
He made an object to be sterile,
A fig tree in whose spreading shade
John’s Jesus saw Nathanael
No fig tree in a metaphor
No fig tree in a dream or book,
It grew and I was unaware
But all I had to do was look
Come notice me for I am real
I am within the world and yet
My life is greater than you fathom,
See me grow, do not forget
Pavel
June 24, 2011
