Part 4 of 7

The Tree Waits

That tree did bloom across the narrative
In the father’s trees, in Moses’s staff
The tabernacle was comparative
Art evoked the Poets great epigraph

In the temple and its cedars tree walls
In contemplation growing beside streams
As prophets rested on the Savior’s call
As the wise perceived what God’s word did mean

No, the tree of life was never undone
Just out of reach of the striving of man
Beyond the reach of broken condition
Waiting for the one who fulfills the plan

The dormant tree always there, tree of life
To be awakened by the blood of Christ