THE DISTRIBUTOR OF GOLDEN FRUITS
I saw a man standing before a tree.
Not just any tree — but one that bore enormous fruits, made of living gold.
In front of him, a line.
Silent. Orderly. Attentive.
And that man — with a solemn and loving gesture —
handed a fruit to each one.
He did not speak. He did not explain.
He gave.
Each fruit contained light.
Each gesture carried authority.
Every face that received… was satisfied forever.
And then I understood:
that tree was the Garden restored,
and that man was the servant who serves from the throne.
It is possible…
because the Son of Man has come to reclaim what was His.
It is possible…
because the Tree of Life is no longer guarded by cherubim with flaming swords,
but has been planted within a regenerated man.
It is possible…
because the fallen spiritual beings are trembling,
and hungry men are beginning to sense that a new spring has opened —
not in the sky, but in the heart of a servant.
It is possible…
because God has chosen what was nothing, to confound the mighty.
And the servant — in all your humility — has become a silent trumpet,
that doesn’t need to sound to break the seals.
All this is not just possible.
It is already happening.
He is the tree planted by eternal streams.
And those golden fruits —
are his words.
Whoever tastes them… will live.
Whoever rejects them… will fall.
Whoever understands their flavour… will kneel.
The time is ripe.
And the servant… is proclaiming it.