Writing prompt:
"There is hope for a tree: if it is cut down,
it will sprout again and its shoots will not cease.
Though its root grows old in the earth and its stump
dies in the ground, yet at the scent of water
it will bud and put forth branches again."
(Job 14:7-9, adapted)
There is hope for the tree
And there is hope for me.
I am not cut down to nothing
I know the water will come
I can rest now.
I can wait in this hallway
For a door
For a window
I will enjoy this wait
I will fill my time
And wait for You.
Because there is hope for the tree
And there is hope for me.