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~ Bobbing For Apples' Beneath the Branches ~

Fate in the hands of God always beholds- a greater future I'm finding ... . As its opportunity mirrors this ... . His devotion for-all of us I believe gently reflecting this ... . Here- in-the-tender-waters of- this humble stream. And as-I cast away- my thoughts to- Him, love sighs, and-joy-runs- free-behind- me-there- over-yonder- to-greet me- across-the- meadow. Because I- know-that- perfect-like- an apple-falling from a tree upon all-of-us. His goodness can- be-found cascading down-rustling-the leaves- blip-bop too and fro blip-blip-bop-thunk thunk-bling. Crying-look-out-ouch barreling down faster and faster- through-the-air-running along-with-it past the-proposal- of each-apple on every-branch dancing-through-time- laughing-hysterically. And as a small breeze blows my heart beats-eagerly, and with all that we've been through together, my-soul- lies-down-chuckling, confidingly, knowing now that He's- in complete control. As grace-weeps-willingly for me-knowing-it has always- been-with me, this perfect way with Him. Concentrated- and-open my patient prayer having been my only refuge-securing-its reprieve. While with a rustle rustle blip-bling-bop-bling- bling blip-bop thunk, thunk. Leaning-back-up- under it-letting go of my fishing pole. With- closed eyes I-reach-out-catch-one-and- another snatching two-up-in-the-palm- of-my-hands. Sit up and-laugh-a-ha I- got you! Open-my-eyes swipe my- pole-up back-again. Bob my head- as-to say-you-go boy! Chomp-on- one-and-rather-cockily-quickly- laugh-louder. Then swallow- hard and slowly, suddenly, as-another-falls-quietly- bling-thunk-smack I'm- caught-again saying-ouch-as- it-lands-and-whacks-me-hard, right on the top-of-my-head. God snickering loudly, as I know He- must-surely-be as I most certainly am. As-the thunder-rolls-above-and beyond- the-hills-there-over-yonder with the fish jumping now black birds-above me hackling. So with this you could say I'm feeling rather- humbled-just like Newton-I assume. All giddy- and-enlightened and-evermore-heartened- I'm sure-and a little-dizzy-yet-knowing- this. That with-Him, given-whatever- the situation-or-circumstance, whether-with-my eyes- opened-or closed. Still, with-my-good Friend- I'm learning, though- hard myself, I am- secured. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes The poem forms a reflection of itself ... God and all of us in the eyes of the stream.