Sweet Surrender © by Leslie Marcus
The Ripening
By Kay Crista
With my thanks to LibbyAnn for sending this to me!
This Living
has softened the hard fruit
of my being
Everyday, tenderness
claims more of me
taking me holy
into ripeness
Let me not
fall from the branch
ripe but untasted
Rather, let the Beloved
pluck me in ripeness
and pierce me with His bite
Releasing the juicy
fullness of my life
to run down His arm
like tears of gratitude,
like tears of devotion
But,
if fall I must
untasted
melting into the earth
Let that nourishing decay
be my devotion
spreading out in a pool
of returning
the essential elements
of my being.