In the remains of an old orchard –
an apple has fallen
I wipe it off on my sweater –
some grass, a bug or two
It’s not a pristine apple –
some blemishes
They’re not rot or worms –
ugly but they won’t hurt you
I bite into the apple –
eat the whole thing
Eat the blemishes –
that’s how God eats the world
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
October 19, 2020