For three years now I have been coming to look for fruit and finding none.
Leave it one more year, it may bear fruit.
The truth is I am a long way from a home run.
Do I think it time to uproot.

It’s autumn, I look at my vegetable garden.
A few beans, some small potatoes, that’s all.
I wonder if I should just give up and ask for pardon.
Or am in this for the long haul.

Faith is like the vegetable patch.
It lies fallow, it grows, lives, withers and dies.
We start and return to scratch.
We have our lows and we have our highs.

But leave it one more year, dig round it and manure it.
It may bear fruit, if our time on earth permit.