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

ebony brown

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.

 

(c.OBA2018@Thekingsoracle.

in response to Waiting on words 17.