The little tree,
(I don’t even know it’s name)
knows the promise.
It’s buds push out,
they are ready to bloom with pops of colour
because it holds within its DNA
the promise of spring.
Though it tarries, wait for it.
And I wonder what we carry
to show
that spring is coming, and
how the promise of heaven
is held in the very fibre of our being.
‘For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it.’ Hab 2:3 KJV
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