Just Past the Bend

  Is fruit borne, From just limbs and leaves? Or is there something deeper, Amongst the trees? Do all fruit trees bear? Do all limbs bloom? What determines it's production, And what determines how soon? Far beneath the top of the tree, Sits a foundation hidden from sight. Of which no beauty is a part. For far beneath the layers of earth, Is the root, that is it's heart. It's to the heart, That proper nutrients must be led. Long before even a bloom, The heart must be fed. The more the heart is fed,  Growth races about. Even the tree's surrounding it realize, Fruits about to sprout. The journey of fruit, Never begins up high. No, fruit comes from a foundation, Where it's environment aides it's Formation. Fruit will never just appear, Fruit is a journey, sometimes years. There will be no fruits, Without times of feeding  Without times of soaking the roots. You may see buds, You may see shoots. But without regular feeding, There will be no fruits. Have you watered t

There's a silence in the air, A feeling of uncertainty Is visible everywhere. The air no longer roars, Of the sound of prayer.  But now, there is,  A silence in the air. It's like that moment, After knocking at the door. As you listen closely, For steps on the floor. Anticipating The One, You're looking for. Oh there is silence, In the air. Pay attention... It's everywhere! It's come to this. Because this had to come. A moment is building, As the tensions grow. Signs are developing, And starting to show. Are you listening, And watching with attention. Or has hearing been lost, Due to pretensions. Can the deaf hear, Silence in the air? Can the blind see, Signs everywhere? Have we heard the last, Of the roar of prayer? Or have we arrived at the point, We don't care? Do we now carry more calluses, Than care? Have we hardened to a point, Resting in despair? Has this world robbed us, Of our time of prayer? Who among you will still  dare? For there is, Silence in the