Sally Eslinger Poet Free verse

From Red Apples To Clear Waters

FROM RED APPLES                                   TO CLEAR RIVERS

    How stark is the vermillion 
And cardinal red of the apple
Setting on the oakwood table, 
The last of its five-pound grouping,
Still waiting to be chosen, although
It is the full vision of a comfort
Nature supplies, beyond any hoped-for
Measure, for such times of hunger
As these, when a muffin sits stale on the plate;
When the water in our cups tastes metallic;
When evening’s settling brings a tiredness
That makes any try for hope almost too hard
...To reach out for sustenance while our
Clothing hangs heavy; letters go unopened;
The pages of worn prayerbooks last unturned;

And , then, some vague, inner calling, too slight
To find its whisper, comes up, perhaps felt
In the position of a survival float, riding on a buoy,
Gently bobbing atop the surface of a deeper river.

Oh, Jesus, how utterly clear is the flowing
Water and strikingly pearl white and silver-tipped
Are the top current’ s bubbles, so fully
Perceived by our soul’s eyes,
Risen from their long nap to try, to go forth
By the sustenance of a knowing all things
Are made possible: living, believing, loving,
Resurrection.

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(c) Sally Young Eslinger

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