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God’s Pearls

The peas, in our garden site,
have grown three feet
since the last time I came by.
Fingers of new growth like
a corkscrew wind, up
the string trellis in the
sun these vine.
The pods like canoes hang down, from each
string, and to the ground.
With a crunch I cherish
a fresh taste, not wishing
a ripe pea
to go to waste.
Green flavor bursts within
my mouth to form a
moan much like
loving does.
The trellis, up which these vines
climb, brings the image of a
Chinese Junk to mind.
Tethered at the base
by a broad wooden board,
the strings and vines
in the wind soar.
Pea pods and
more pea pods everywhere
abound with their peas
as pearls so round.
Like friends and family, together
pressed, these peas in a pod
are of God blessed.
Forever and e’er are we
loved and, like a pod,
by God’s Care gloved.

June 15, 2006

 


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