Withering Fig Tree

O Lord, My God!

Build me to be a fitting dwelling for you,
and stock me with the virtue of your being.

Establish me with your own hands,
And fill me with yourself.

Destroy in me what you cannot bear to be with,
Because I cannot bear to be without you, o God.

Fill me with thy sap that I may not wither nor grow bad fruit,
but build in my branches the foliage of paradise.

Cure me, dear Lord,
For I have been sick with sin too long,
My heart longs for your heart.

Bid me come out of this boat,
this trying life,
and walk on water by grace, to you.

There is something that is curative, given from on High, natural seed of the earth and used by the people throughout the world, and that's one of the passages that is in the bible relating to it. Female one is left to grow, the males taken away. Oh, and there is another code on that whole concept too, Mother, Moon, Father, Sun, with spokes.

Its all about awakening the inner eye.

And the bible is metaphor, inner workings, with alot of symbology thrown in.