I understand son
You weren’t quite old enough
You weren’t quite strong enough
You weren’t quite ready
For the reckless seas
You got buffeted about in the tempest
You got lost in the waves
You were shipwrecked and jaded
Lost on the inside
Now shriveling from your vantage point
You have a wonderful spark
But it’s hidden in the dark
You can’t see the map I have laid out for you
It’s okay, I understand son
You are forgiven
Though like the fig tree your leaves are many
Your fruit is none
Be sure to take root and take in the soil
Drink in what I have given you
Don’t hold back now
For a time will come when you will be hewn
And unless you bear fruit
You will not be spared.