Pastor’s Weekly Message 3-24-19

The Fig Tree

During these long and lean Lenten days

I feel forlorn, forgotten, almost frozen,

With my long limbs exposed to the elements

As I stand my ground

In the Courtyard of public opinion.

Pilgrims pass by my naked torso

Without turning to gaze as I extend my bare branches

In prayer and patient expectation

That some kind gardener with vision

Will see me and fertilize my hungry roots

Thus preparing me once again

To yield a harvest of the sweetest figs.

I know how difficult it must be for you

To recognize me in my leafless state

But I’m the same fig tree

That has provided generations of gardens

From Eden to the Vatican

With all those fig-leaf cover-ups

I know that feeling of exposure.

Fr. Paul

Pastor at Carmel Mission

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