Lemon Tree

I can taste the years
            transcribed as fruit
          bites of indulgence
      bursting with what was.

I chew on them in restless moments
              squeezing out every ounce
        yet still
    those faded flavors
taste ever sweeter.

What will today taste like
              once devoured
                        digested
            sewn in my mind
        to sprout, bud and flower?

Have I nourished this fruit to flourish… or sour?

Gestation

The sense
               decensed
gnarled roots twisted lethargic
   grasping at the ground
digging deep for a heart planted
               beating against the darkness
the thrashing rhythm of a thing dying

What seeds can find in this discarded world
     will be made a tall and imposing thing
nurtured by the memory of a time
     when the need for them
was but the sound of wind blowing through playful leaves
               falling.

Cleanse

Walk against the ravenous waves
though they charge headlong against you
they serve no purpose beyond this
they retreat only to riposte

Though you may not have swam before
walk against the ravenous waves
and become the student once more,
revelations born in duress

Feel your form defined and expressed
a second skin from waters depths
walk against the ravenous waves
and let your falsehood wash away

All that time and effort we spent
matters not for those who Jesus saves
with faith and rocks in pockets they
walk against the ravenous waves.