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No fruit After three years No figs on the tree Give it another year A fourth quarter Another period to express its being Life’s fourth quarter For many, a final period Something is being asked More is required, expected But three and a half quarters Have already passed Fatigue is present Yet must be ignored Fruitless time is over Unrecognized, but over Something is being asked More is required Not more activity, Better results Enough is being done, Just needs to be better Richer More rewarding, more loving Something is being asked More is required© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Luke 13, Parable of fig tree, personal, poetry, Religion, spirituality
In a dim light... 
March 7, 2013 at 3:57 pm |
I understand, the fourth quarter brings all we have learned, to be expressed, to be recognised, to be praised.
March 7, 2013 at 6:45 pm |
Teri: I couldn’t agree more. What struck me on Sunday morning was a sense of gratitude that things are coming together. As though my entire life has been in preparation for my current work.
March 27, 2013 at 10:46 pm |
Awesome poem,after Spring Autumn enters the scene .Reality of life.Thank you for liking my post ( Happy are those..) Regards.jalal
April 21, 2013 at 7:58 pm |
so nice.