I.
Ripened cherries split,
Plucked from branches for the fruit
Hidden in their heart.
Likewise I am plucked
In proper maturity
For a higher cause.
II.
Brittle seeds broken,
Spun fine through grinding silver
Into flaky dust.
Reduced to dust,
Ready to receive new life –
Adam in Eden.
III.
Pure water boiled
To sift and steam through coarse grounds
And yellowed paper.
Living Water poured
Over the sludge of my life
Making something good.
IV.
Copper coalesced
Descending on glass display
Dripping into drink.
Soul revitalized
Urged by earthy bitterness
Toward richness revealed.
*snaps*
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Very nice! If it wasn’t 9:45 PM, I’d pour a cup right now.
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Amen to that!
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