The Dresser cuts

with iron nails

tearing the skin of every fig

letting each hole, sap to bleed

hastening growth's bloom,

and then He gathers as He wills

a most ripened fruit.
 
 

The Dresser comes

taking each nail

tearing His most precious skin

leaving each hole, blood to bleed

hastening our life's bloom,

while the Father gathers up

His most cherished One.
 
 

The Dresser calls

and like little Zacchaeus

who wanted so to see

we too must run like mad

and climb with haste those branches rare,

His arms gathering us sure

to rest for eternity.