Applefortheteachor

ApplefortheTeachor ApplefortheTeachor MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.