Raspberry Awaits

The raspberry, a ruby glowing

in the light of the setting sun.

It calls to me as if to say,

"You have come.

I have been

waiting."

I embrace its beckoning,

framing the moment

it caught my eye.

I give thanks

smiling.

I pluck the precious jewel from the vine.

It smiles its thanks in my hand,

"Thank you, my friend.

I knew that this too

would pass,

and you

would

show

 up."

                                                                     What

                                                                                                          Faith

                                                                                     such

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                                                                             berry

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                                                                                                  !

May we recognize our blessings with such faith.

Namaste,

L