Elizabeth
From that old tree at last
Comes one fruit; sweet to the eye,
Tart to the taste.
Mary
From its first flourishing that tree
Bears the most exquisite
Fruit.
Anna
Who would have thought
That antique tree would burst
In one last tumult of blossom?
Luke 7
Even in its wilderness
Light has touched tha tree;
Myrrh weeps from its wounds.
Luke 8
From their substance
These trees produce varied fruits -
What an orchard!
Luke 13
That old bent shrub
- A miracle -
Stand now tall and straight.
Luke 23
What untimely autumn
Afflicts the leaves of these trees
To gold and bronze?
Luke 24
Out of winter
Does that almond blossom
Drink the new-risen Sun?
From that old tree at last
Comes one fruit; sweet to the eye,
Tart to the taste.
Mary
From its first flourishing that tree
Bears the most exquisite
Fruit.
Anna
Who would have thought
That antique tree would burst
In one last tumult of blossom?
Luke 7
Even in its wilderness
Light has touched tha tree;
Myrrh weeps from its wounds.
Luke 8
From their substance
These trees produce varied fruits -
What an orchard!
Luke 13
That old bent shrub
- A miracle -
Stand now tall and straight.
Luke 23
What untimely autumn
Afflicts the leaves of these trees
To gold and bronze?
Luke 24
Out of winter
Does that almond blossom
Drink the new-risen Sun?
Thank you for sharing David. Blessings.
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