Fidelity of Promise

Puriri stands tall, 
red fruit aplenty,
Kereru flies, crashes, gorges.
With each fallen fruit  comes
Creator’s promise of possibility.

On garden shed ripe fruit fall,
Crack. Sparrows roar in flight.
Sparrows do not flight with fright,
rejoice with me. Yes rejoice,
in God’s promise of fidelity.

Yet, sparrows how like me you are.
In times of promise
unexpected disruptions,
flight with fright, promises 
pushed aside. My poise lost. 

In His grace, become still once more.
In His presence be at peace
whatever disruption comes,
assured in the truth of His fidelity.
Rest in His promise.

 © Craig A. Roberts, 2020 
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