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| Photo by M. Rutledge |
This strawberry's not quite ripe for picking
but the season's here for this heart-shaped fruit
to journey from farm to table
to garnish my breakfast,
crown a shortcake
but the season's here for this heart-shaped fruit
to journey from farm to table
to garnish my breakfast,
crown a shortcake
or fill a picnic pie...
A natural work of art, Lord:
this simple, succulent, luscious fruit,
ripening red and juicy,
sweet proof that summer's here...
They say that on average
a strawberry bears some 200 seeds
(which doesn't sound average at all to me)
but that's your wondrous design, Lord,
for generous, overabundant potential
for new life, growth and joy...
(which doesn't sound average at all to me)
but that's your wondrous design, Lord,
for generous, overabundant potential
for new life, growth and joy...
And all this makes me wonder, Lord:
how many seeds of burgeoning beauty
are hiding, embedded, deep in my soul?
how many seeds of burgeoning beauty
are hiding, embedded, deep in my soul?
What fruit ripens within me, Lord,
patiently biding its own sweet time,
patiently biding its own sweet time,
waiting to garnish my day with joy,
to crown with praise a neighbor's work,
hoping to fill with generous bounty
another's emptiness, wants and needs?
to crown with praise a neighbor's work,
hoping to fill with generous bounty
another's emptiness, wants and needs?
Make me grateful for strawberries, Lord
and for all the ways that your love flows
from your heart into mine
and for all the ways that your love flows
from your heart into mine
and from my heart into others
with summer's sweetened promise
of a season ripe with grace...
with summer's sweetened promise
of a season ripe with grace...
Amen.


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