The fruit comes from the roots below,  
What’s deep inside will surely grow.  
For what you believe, and hold within,  
Will rise like leaves where truth begins.  

The roots of faith, of hope, of love,  
Will bear good fruit from skies above.  
But doubt or fear, if left to thrive,  
Will surface too, though we try to hide.  

So tend your roots with careful care,  
For what they yield is always there.  
In time, the world will surely see,  
The fruit of all you’re meant to be.

September 18, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop