I am like the branches growing from the boughs of the tree
The huge trunk filling the earth space
extending its root to the deep waters
firmly rooted in the earth
as the dew of heaven falls freely
here I am waiting for the rain
to caress my skin
I am an offshoot of the root of Jesse
The morning star
shining brightly upon mother earth
The tree of life
whose branch I am
amongst my brethren
the other branches
a sheltering umbrella against the tides.
The “I AM” the vine
The branches we are.
in response to Waiting on words 17.