Under the Fejoa Tree

A poem.

The view of the chapel, orchards, and surrounding fields.

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I come in eager anticipation
Of your presence in this situation. 
Beneath the bows of this tree,
I wait for you to be with me.

The wind shook the branches,
But Isaiah spoke what was fair,
Your voice the wind did not bear.

So I will say with the Psalmist,
"Hide me in the shelter of your wings"
Protect me from the trouble that life brings.

Your refuge is like the limbs
Sprawled above my head
The place of hope and stead.

The leafy, dappled covering
Shielded me from the worst,
But not every drop was dispersed. 

Although I am held in your hand
You let some trials spill over your thumb
To grow me into the person I have become.

Proof your love does not forget me,
The sun burst through the clouds
To clear away the stormy shroud.

The sun warms my damp cheeks
And your love kisses my uplifted forehead
As my bare feet dance through earthen spread.

On my knees in soaking jeans,
In to you, my heart leans.
With arms spread wide to give you all
My fishes and loaves to your call.