In the yard stood a sapling.
Its slim tender branches had been nipped by deer.
They had made a meal of its bark as well.
And the rabbits had nibbled away at its base.
God said to Ezekiel, "Mortal, can these bones live?"
It was a stick really; just a twig.
Except it lay vertical instead of horizontal
But in the spring it grew new bark.
It sprouted new leaves and dropped new fruit.
Ezekiel said in reply, "O Lord God, you know."
