The Fragrance of Suffering

Untended and aging

She was loosed from her structure

Left in a heap

To await her destiny

As integrity

Was saved

And legacy honored

Gnarled and twisted

Wildly reaching

Laid prostrate

In the pure white cold

Awaiting her fate

Ruthlessly pruned

Until only the uttermost

New growth

Was saved

She arched

Naked

Framing

His vineyard

And waited

Patiently

Faithfully

Hopefully

To be lifted up

And saved

By the Son