Every tree that does not bear good fruit
is cut down and thrown into the fire.
Some folks imagine people are good trees
or bad ones, and the bad ones, well….
But this is not about others.
There are in me fruitful trees, and dead ones.
Now is the season of pruning,
that when the Beloved comes I will be ready
with abundant fruit.
What are the fruitful trees in me?
Where in my living does love flourish?
What moments leave others blessed?
What trees are unfruitful?
What of my habits or attitudes do not bear blessing?
What weeds crowd out my love?
God give me grace to feed the fruitful trees,
and to cut out the dead ones.
You have given me the courage and wisdom;
I have only to let them go.
The ax is lying at the root of the trees.