I write about Stuff

I'm talking about a bowl, not a bowel
and the stuff what is in it.
I don't have great English
or a thesaurus therein
When fruit leaves a tree
and travels far and wide
landing in my bowl
it slowly rots
For the fruit of the tree
to continue to be of use
they need to stay in said tree
don't pick this one or that
and let it die
Embrace the love of God
entirely, wholeheartedly
embrace

The fruit of the Spirit
are not hung on the apple tree
they can't be dug up or
picked off a bush
The evidence of fruit
is our lives
given over
surrendered
submitted
complete - ish
But don't beat up
yourself in a corner
for that one time the rage
exploded
instead talk to God
explain where you were wrong
no excuses no reasons
just as it was
just as it is
sinner, unworthy, me