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When my eyes

are weary after searching a horizon

of all the world’s fantasies

it is easy to spot the green of an orchard

when it stumbles into my line of vision

and I know that the truth is worth running to

when my hands

are torn and scarred

after sorting through the thistles of violence and war

it is easy to recognize the fruit of the Spirit

when it is dangling before my face

and I know that this is what I’ve been looking for

when I’ve spent far too many days eating from the tins

I’ve scrounged in the dollar store

it is easy to taste the flavor

of a freshly picked apple

bursting on my tongue