November 1985


standing by the road and tall

waving in the wind

a tree

fruitful in its season


look! the strangest fruit of all

surrounded by birds nests

blowing leaves

above the crowd

could it be?


Zacchaeus clinging there

searching for Christ



so I must climb

above the crushing crowd

to search for Christ

so that like Zacchaeus

I may entertain God

and be saved