Fig Tree from Slow Medicine by Laura Anne Reitzel

I have been a while living in a field, watching you.
And I have seen from afar, the kind of things you love,
The kind of things you do.

I have heard a tale, of how you walked a road close to me.
Inside you was a hunger that needed to be filled, most hurriedly.

Out amidst the flowers stood a shapely, sturdy tree.
Beautiful, it beckoned sweetly the approach of your weary feet.
Kindly you inquired if it’d offer up a meal to eat.
“NO!” it said “I would rather be dead, than do what you ask of me.”

With a word you turned, a pang of grief in your heart.
It’s lovely form housed barren arms,
Alas! Lifeless was your art.

So, God if we meet in the dust of the street will you fail to wither me?
God if you see, oh, please, please, please
Will you fail to wither me?

I have been a while, living on my own,
Biding as I please.
Though my hands are empty, I know the words you have for me.
You see, I have closed my eyes, that the light may not be seen.
My ears deaf from the noise, that I might never hear you sing.

But I suppose your song is beautiful for those who want to hear,
And I suppose your eyes are blind with love, for all who dare draw near.

But God, if we meet in the dust of your feet, will you fail to wither me?
God if you see, I’m a renegade fiend, but will you fail, to wither me?

(Ohhh)

So, God if we meet in the dust of your feet, will you fail to wither me?
I deserve your curse, I’m unjust, I’m adverse.
So, will you fail to wither me?

I am out of place, I need mercy I need grace,
So, will you fail to wither me?

• Acousic
• Acoustic
• chill
• female
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Colorado Springs