Like a Ripening Fruit

A question rose within me,
pushing at my bones and my frown.
What am I to keep before me?
What on this plane will keep my
spirit aloft?

The question stretched me further,
until my head was tilted back and my
eyes were turned up.

A sunrise crisping the edge of the clouds,
pinkly shaded to tangerine the idea
in my heart. Whispers of love and clouds
of shaded coral and peach, tenderness and
lights of the Beloved to assuage the
yearning for Home.

Like a ripening fruit the questions push
and shape me adjusting my vision of
hope and trust.
Letting my heart have room for the
burgeoning, distillation of the Beloved
in the cavern of my soul.

-Sam Roberts