O fruitful like the olive tree,
you stand strong and resilient
though gnarled from age
and the ravages
of merciless storms.
Your face,
a storied map,
guides me to the truth
of Wisdom’s price.
In spite of all,
your withered limbs bear fruit.
May I be so rooted and grounded
in the orchard
of your generative love
that my true worship
is a harvest
of justice, integrity, and compassion.
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