Windfall

Time for a lighter note.

Windfall

Grace’s daughter
gathers heaven's windfall
In her full skirts.She picks up the fruit
dropped by a whiff of God’s breath,
scattered beneath the tree of life—
its branches tall
beyond all human
grasping reach.

She skips over roots:
bald cypress knees
bowed in continual prayer
before the Father.
She trips on a spilled pear—
its juice splashes
into the watershed
of humanity—
a taste for the hereafter.

c. Darlene Moore Berg