The smooth muted magenta skin
enrobes olive green moist flesh.
The flesh encases small exquisite
pear-shaped seeds.
Skin and flesh sliced in half,
seeds plucked out onto a cutting board—
arrest my attention,
beckon me to notice them,
call my heart to listen:
The lush flesh is meant as food
to nurture the seeds
to sprout as vibrant plants
to in turn bear fruit
to continue their cycle of life.
These luscious grapes have given their life,
their flesh and future,
that my body may thrive.
Humbling. Convicting.
In honor of such selfless self-giving,
How am I giving of my very being
that Life may thrive
in whatever and every being it comes to life?
Thank you for sharing this graphic and metaphorical poetic message. Fodder for a sermon in my book.