the fruit
oh you have been fasting huh
doing without
waiting for . . .
the food of your soul
and in divine acknowledgement
of your coming fruit
i pay homage
in word
and let my words
be heard
where your dreams
touch your realities
that you understand
the demand
life has for your sweetness
and completeness
i have watched in silence
the budding of promise
in your garden
and thus came forth the flower
as the fragrance of your thought
touched the world about you
it just made me want to lick your petals
for i know of the visions
used to paint your horizons
of expectation
and in the equation
of this journey
life and living
the words we give
to the world
feeds us as well
as we herald in new perspectives
of the divine
between the lines
of our expectorations
yes, the coming fruit is sweet
and i salute the replete beliefs
embodied in your hopes
that the day may come again
when i may make amends
with my own dreams
and let thy sweet nectar
drip from my lips as well
the fruit
© 24 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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