A Psalm for @theheidifeed
The orange bursts like a prophecy;
the pomegranate declares Eureka!
Carry me up to your God; let Him admire
my layers o'er delicate layers of wrapping.
The door to the Temple is stuck,
and nothing will move it but love.
Remember the planet accreting its dust,
caressing its water and coaxing its gasses back home.
Prepared eons ago,
even the gale is a careful thing.
