To most,
such a wrinkled apple would be unappealing. It's sides are furrowing. And each crease embeds a blackened mass of ... something.
Perhaps the apple wasn't crafted from the nicest of models.
Perhaps it sat on the branch too long.
Perhaps it sat in the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter too long.
Perhaps it shouldn't really matter.
Cut into the apple.
Perhaps the unappealing outside simply counterbalances the sweet nourishment of its inside
No need to throw it away. Someone else looks upon the same apple wistfully. This apple is the apple of His eye.
Perhaps it sat on the branch too long.
Perhaps it sat in the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter too long.
Perhaps it shouldn't really matter.
Cut into the apple.
Perhaps the unappealing outside simply counterbalances the sweet nourishment of its inside
No need to throw it away. Someone else looks upon the same apple wistfully. This apple is the apple of His eye.
1 comment:
Ahhh...such wit, such humor...great post!
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