ALONE—WITH COMPANY

When thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee (John 1:48).

Heinvisiblesilentsharedmy company once. I didn't know it.

There are no wordsfor perfect friendship.I would rest beneaththis ancient tree and scannew horizons.This fig tree, buffeted by wind and rain,never yields to either,but ratherwith fingeredrootsgoes deeper for its nourishment.

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