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
