Homecoming

Making entrance to the glory,
I remind myself of story.
I remind myself of duty
I performed to be a beauty.

Maybe did the fruit tree never
see the consequences clever
when the flower, white or coloured,
it brought forth, the feeling honoured.

It did, though, expect a being
from the flower it was freeing.
And when finally appearing,
bearing is what it is wearing.

4 comments:

  1. Nice sound. The homecoming glory may go beyond homecoming.

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  2. I think we can bless the fruit even if the tree had no other reason to bloom than it being a tree.

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  3. Interesting poem. I have to read it a few times to 'get'it. I performed to be a beauty...and that last stanza, the flower it was freeing. Going to muse on this. I feel we are trying to be what we are not supposed to be. Freedom in Christ alone.

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  4. Very nice! Sounds like quite the experience.

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