Zacchaeus the Bonsai man,
growing stunted and gnarled;
his roots bound and starved
of human respect and affection.
Until the gardener looks up
into the twisted branches
of another tree, sees him,
calls him friend,
uproots him from the cruel pot
of judgement and derision
and offers him a plot
in the field of God's kingdom.
There he can grow as God intends;
with space to send roots deep into love,
to stretch out his limbs,
and to be made fruitful.
© Ken Rookes
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