1 Chronicles 17:5 For I have not dwelt in an house since the day that I brought up Israel unto this day; but have gone from tent to tent, and from one tabernacle to another.
Matthew 8:20 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
What do these two verses together mean to you?
Trunk
The branches rest peacefully occasionally rocking at the visitation of a gentle breeze.
They it make it seems as though they’ll always be
It calmness perpetuating this fallacy
It acts as though it doesn’t know what’s coming next
Maybe because it doesn’t
It’s a paradigm of continuity
Standing in the same place it did yesterday and ten years before that.
Same place for a long time?
Not stagnation if you look in the wrong direction
Don’t look around
Look up
It’s a paradigm of continuity
Taller than it was two months ago and two decades before that
growing it did
Until it was “grown” (you’re always growing)
Taking on a new purpose as it did,
It now shades the people it sat under as a seed
This is a tree
This is change
The branches rest peacefully occasionally rocking at the visitation of a gentle breeze.
They act as they’ve been
Endurant
Its calmness perpetuating this characteristic
It acts
But to reflect that it’s a paradigm of promotion
From nothing to something
The branches rest peacefully occasionally rocking at the visitation of a gentle breeze.
They it make it seems as though they’ll always be
It calmness perpetuating this fallacy
It acts as though it doesn’t know what’s coming next
Maybe because it doesn’t
It’s a paradigm of continuity
Standing in the same place it did yesterday and ten years before that.
Same place for a long time?
Not stagnation if you look in the wrong direction
Don’t look around
Look up
It’s a paradigm of continuity
Taller than it was two months ago and two decades before that
growing it did
Until it was “grown” (your always growing)
Taking on a new purpose as it did,
It now shades the people it sat under as a seed
This is a tree
This is change
The branches rest peacefully occasionally rocking at the visitation of a gentle breeze.
They act as they’ve been
Endurant
Its calmness perpetuating this characteristic
It acts
But to reflect that it’s a paradigm of promotion
From nothing to something
Favored, flavored, and.....athletic.
Rather than meeting its new habitat on dry paper towel, the plantain somersaulted off of the spatula hitting the counter and swiveling on the surface in a perfect figure eight before teetering at the edge of the counter to preface a potentially new yet unwelcome residence--the floor. Missing the warmth of the stovetop and the camaraderie of its fellow plantains, it quivered undecidedly in hesitance of what to do next. After a few minutes it looked up as the bottom of an outstretched hand became its ceiling. Aware of being lifted from the countertop by the weightlessness of its surroundings, the horizon of this favored and flavored food's view brightened as it landed on a new surface. Content but still expectant for more adventure, the plantain nosedived from the edge of the plate and found itself amidst shiny utensils. In a reflection from a spoon’s concave surface, it turned from side to side in approval, looking admirably on its new tan. Beautified by its impeccable brown color with dark areas that lined its outer edges and followed by more textured lines that ran done its side and into the middle.