A Life In Parables Poem by Resten Swondo

A Life In Parables

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A fig tree stands alone on the road
To Gethsemane,
It carries the curse of a savior
It alone survives.
Though roots are wizened,
leaves no longer green
its fruit remains living
In plain sight.

A desert wanderer struggles alone
On a road to Damascus
The glare of the sun blinds him
Blistering lips
Too parched to praise
Freely bleed
And corrupt any water.

In youth, there was no recourse
To comfort or succor.
Alone, grown atwisted and torn
With no courage to forgive
An old man sowed
his own harvest of tears;
and reaps where he did not sow.

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