Harvesting Talent in Spring's Orchard

Dear patient followers: I have moved from the desert and when we unpacked our bags the cable company had trouble hooking up our internet. Once we unpacked the computer, it malfunctioned and we took it to a repair shop because the start button had been jammed by the movers. Thanks for not giving up on me. I wrote the following poem last night.

Harvest

By Eve Gaal

Forbidden fruit,

Art of desire--

Reach beyond what you see,

Stretch a bit higher.

Avoid the obvious

Easy branches--

Sweet but sticky

Immediate pleasure,

Instantaneously gratifying,

Low hung,

Possibly worm-infested,

Splashes of juice--

Filled pieces of heaven.

Take your time—

The sun-dappled ripeness will be worth it.

Stepladders, connections, mentors, prayers.

Lessons learned,

Sweaty secretions,

Long breaths.

Distress.

Wait for it.

Fill your cup,

And gallon jugs.

Practice getting it on tap...

...Thirst quenching flow....

But go....

Go.

Flex.

It’s attainable.

Rewarding.

Yes--higher.

To say it’s a faith thing makes it sound commonplace,

Perhaps trite and ordinary and it’s not.

This indelible unique moment,

Exceeds the average human’s grasp--

Where neatly trimmed,

Manicured orchards beckon,

Without taboos—

Or prohibitions because

Your talent is welcome.