Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Apple Picking

I took a lovely walk this morning. The orchards and vineyards were pretty as a postcard. While I walked I mulled over an embarrassing incident that happened on the weekend, and felt so fortunate. (Would you believe I called the police to report my son missing when I didn't find him in bed and there was no car in the driveway. He went out for breakfast for 6 hours with work friends. Next time he does that he better call.) Why did I feel fortunate? Because, I knew that God wants what's best for me. Here's one of my favorite verses in the whole Bible.
"This is what God requires: to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8

I wandered through the orchard way
In the morning part of day.
And there beside the deep ravine
Apples grew on branches green.

I pondered of what there was to come
In autumn, with apples high as a drum.
And thought who'd miss one apple sweet.
So on went marching my two feet.

To pluck one fruit would be a crime.
No matter if the fruit looked fine.
Still, the fruit so green and small
Seemed to beckon to me and call.

I soon gave in and reached up high,
And plucked an apple from the sky.
And as the sap dripped down my chin
My face did slowly lose its grin.

Here's the tale my face expressed,
It was a taste I've come to detest.
Sour and tart, I remember it still.
To steal fruit again, I never will.

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