Come sit with me
Beneath the newly flowered tree,
And linger while we wait for fruit to form
And drop into our waiting hands and mouths
Like truth, delivered from above;
Manna from heaven sent
To soothe our souls, so hungry for
Reminders that there’s hope, and life, and love
Just waiting to rain down on all
Who trust, and take the time to breathe
The rosy scent of being.
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