Poem Book 5 The Fig Tree
Poem Book 5 The Fig Tree
by Poem on Fri Sep 18, 2009 1:16 am
« That is the fig-tree of yesterday! The fig-tree that You cursed! » shouts Peter, one hand stretched forward pointing at the withered tree, his head turned back to speak to the Master. They all rush there, except Jesus, Who comes forward pointing at the withered tree, his head turned back to speak to the Master. They all rush there, except Jesus, Who comes forward at His usual pace. The apostles inform the disciples of the precedent of what they are looking at, and they all make comments looking at Jesus utterly amazed. They have seen thousands of miracles on men and elements, but this one strikes them more than many others.
Jesus, Who has arrived, smiles watching those amazed timid faces, and He says: « What? Are you so surprised that My word withered a fig-tree? Have you not seen Me raise people from the dead, cure lepers, give sight to blind people, multiply loaves, calm storms, put out fires? And you are surprised that a fig-tree withers? »
« It is not because of the fig-tree. The fact is that yesterday when You cursed it, it was thriving, and now it is withered. Look! As crumbly as dry clay. There is no more sap in its branches. Look. They crumble into dust » and Bartholomew pulverises with his fingers some branches that he has broken off without any effort.
The First Answer:
« They have no more sap. You are right. And it is death when there is no more sap, both in a plant and in a nation as well as in a religion, but there is only hard bark and useless foliage: ferocity and hypocritical outward appearance. The white internal sap, full of lymph, corresponds to holiness, to spirituality. The hard bark and useless foliage correspond to mankind devoid of just spiritual life. Woe to those religions that become human because their priests and believers no longer have a vital spirit. Woe to those nations whose leaders are nothing but fierceness and resounding clamour devoid of fruitbearing ideas! Woe to men who lack the life of the spirit! »
« But, if You said that to the great ones in Israel, although what You say is right, You would not be wise. Do not entertain illusions because they have allowed You to speak so far. You said Yourself that it is not because they are being converted, but that it is done out of calculation. So You had better estimate the value and consequences of Your words as well. Because there is also the wisdom of the world, beside the wisdom of the spirit. And it is necessary to know how to make use of it to our advantage. Because, after all, for the time being we are still in the world, and not in the Kingdom of God » says the Iscariot, without acrimony but in a doctorial tone.
« He is truly wise who can see things without them being altered by his sensuality and by selfish considerations. I will always speak the truth of what I see. »
« In conclusion did this fig-tree die because You cursed it, or it happened… by chance… or is it a sign… I don't know? » asks Philip.
The Third Answer:
« It is everything you said. But what I did, you can do as well, if you succeed in having perfect faith.
Have it in the Most High Lord. And when you have it, I solemnly tell you that you will be able to do that and even more. I solemnly tell you that, if one is successful in having perfect trust in the power of prayer and in the goodness of the Lord, one will be able to say to this mountain: "Move away from here and throw yourself into the sea" and if saying so one will not hesitate in one's heart, but will believe that what one orders can take place, what one has said will take place. »
Jesus, Who has arrived, smiles watching those amazed timid faces, and He says: « What? Are you so surprised that My word withered a fig-tree? Have you not seen Me raise people from the dead, cure lepers, give sight to blind people, multiply loaves, calm storms, put out fires? And you are surprised that a fig-tree withers? »
« It is not because of the fig-tree. The fact is that yesterday when You cursed it, it was thriving, and now it is withered. Look! As crumbly as dry clay. There is no more sap in its branches. Look. They crumble into dust » and Bartholomew pulverises with his fingers some branches that he has broken off without any effort.
The First Answer:
« They have no more sap. You are right. And it is death when there is no more sap, both in a plant and in a nation as well as in a religion, but there is only hard bark and useless foliage: ferocity and hypocritical outward appearance. The white internal sap, full of lymph, corresponds to holiness, to spirituality. The hard bark and useless foliage correspond to mankind devoid of just spiritual life. Woe to those religions that become human because their priests and believers no longer have a vital spirit. Woe to those nations whose leaders are nothing but fierceness and resounding clamour devoid of fruitbearing ideas! Woe to men who lack the life of the spirit! »
« But, if You said that to the great ones in Israel, although what You say is right, You would not be wise. Do not entertain illusions because they have allowed You to speak so far. You said Yourself that it is not because they are being converted, but that it is done out of calculation. So You had better estimate the value and consequences of Your words as well. Because there is also the wisdom of the world, beside the wisdom of the spirit. And it is necessary to know how to make use of it to our advantage. Because, after all, for the time being we are still in the world, and not in the Kingdom of God » says the Iscariot, without acrimony but in a doctorial tone.
« He is truly wise who can see things without them being altered by his sensuality and by selfish considerations. I will always speak the truth of what I see. »
« In conclusion did this fig-tree die because You cursed it, or it happened… by chance… or is it a sign… I don't know? » asks Philip.
The Third Answer:
« It is everything you said. But what I did, you can do as well, if you succeed in having perfect faith.
Have it in the Most High Lord. And when you have it, I solemnly tell you that you will be able to do that and even more. I solemnly tell you that, if one is successful in having perfect trust in the power of prayer and in the goodness of the Lord, one will be able to say to this mountain: "Move away from here and throw yourself into the sea" and if saying so one will not hesitate in one's heart, but will believe that what one orders can take place, what one has said will take place. »
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