Redemption

I saw the roots growing

Meandering through the rocks

I saw them prying and winding

Around and into the hard places

I saw the tree grow and flourish

As slowly, relentlessly, painfully

The rocks become good soil

I saw the roots winding reaching 

Deeper and deeper

Into creation’s soul,

Into mine.

I saw it bloom

I ate the fruit.

I saw that

It is good.

I tasted and

It is good.