Luke 19:1-4 Zacchaeus the Tax Collector
Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.
The Sycamore's Whisper
The sycamore stands, a weathered soul,
Its bark, a canvas, stories told.
Through storms it bends, yet stands so tall,
A silent guardian, answering nature's call.
Its roots run deep, a network vast,
Holding secrets from the ages past.
The sunbeams dance upon its leaves,
A symphony the wind weaves.
Each scar a mark of battles won,
A testament to life begun.
It sheds its leaves, a gentle sigh,
Then bursts anew, reaching for the sky.
A haven for creatures, big and small,
It watches over, standing tall.
The sycamore whispers, soft and low,
Of nature's rhythm, ebb and flow.
(This reading was a portion of the Holy Walk practice on Monday, March 17. More to be shared later.)
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