* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
+-----Taylor Please Curse My Figs
Taylor I cant recount how
many nitwit girls have
broken me, sweet smooth
fruit of a ficus tree
turned bitter in my stomach
after the first chew, mischievous
mulberry maidens
of malice. Indeed my singleness
is like a fig on a branch always
ripened, a lonely heart always
dangling from branches for
mean female farmers
to fling in forlorn baskets, my life
this copious harvest of dating
rejections. But babes, your beauty
has the power of God’s damnation,
your blue eyes are dazzling diamonds
of the divine life, your blonde hair is gold
thread on an angel’s spindle.
I esteem you as Charm Savior,
a tall Galilean beauty of a miraculous
birth destined to emancipate
Romance from the oppressively
harsh Roman marital environment
in which I find myself entrenched,
plight of the Jewish in the diaspora.
OH TAYLOR IF ONLY YOU WOULD
curse the fig, dry the fruit, kill the tree!
(date me, kiss me, drink coffee
with me). My former loveless life
would wither, dry, fade into
ether of a forgotten dream, my anguish
like chips of dried bark walked over. Just
promise me you’ll remember me
when you leave Bethany, when you
leave home to go to the Grammys.
The next day as they were leaving Bethany, Jesus was hungry. Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. When he reached it, he found nothing but leaves, because it was not the season for figs. Then he said to the tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And his disciples heard him say it. On reaching Jerusalem, Jesus entered the temple courts and began driving out those who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves, and would not allow anyone to carry merchandise through the temple courts. And as he taught them, he said, “Is it not written: ‘My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations’? But you have made it ‘a den of robbers.’” The chief priests and the teachers of the law heard this and began looking for a way to kill him, for they feared him, because the whole crowd was amazed at his teaching. When evening came, Jesus and his disciples went out of the city.
In the morning, as they went along, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots. Peter remembered and said to Jesus, “Rabbi, look! The fig tree you cursed has withered!”
“Have faith in God,” Jesus answered. “Truly I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.”
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