“Nathanael asked him, ‘Where did you get to know me?’ Jesus answered, ‘I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.'” – John 1:48
It was long ago, my Savior, that you called me
out from under my fig tree.
Neither then nor now do I pretend to understand
just what you saw.
I strive, Redeemer, to become a person without guile –
I’ve found your awkward knowing words and silences
correct me more than praise.
Still, knowing what you know, you sent the call
to summon me from shelter, and
I came to come and see, and seeing, echoed those old words:
You are the Son of God.
A poem/prayer based on John 1:43-51, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year B, Second Sunday after the Epiphany.
The image is Bartholomew the Apostle by El Greco – lAHToi0sj3MVQw at Google Cultural Institute, zoom level maximum, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29844192. Nathanael, named only in John’s Gospel, has traditionally been identified with Bartholomew, one of the Twelve in Matthew, Mark, and Luke.
5 thoughts on “Fig Tree”
Personal? Or character driven?
More personal than character driven, except that I’m relating to the character here, so…
Um…. good response?
It is personal in some way for every reader. And it is the most marvelous sweetness that God sees us under some fig tree and doesn’t miraculous send figs down on our head or open the sky but sends someone we trust to us (in spite of grumble, grumble)
And thank you, thank you thank you — for the change in print that allows me to read this beautiful poem clearly.