Fruits
By Jennifer Kane

From my roots to my fruits,
every branch bears the weight of my heart’s harvest.
What spills from my soul, ripens in my life—
is it fruit of the flesh, bitter and fleeting,
or fruit of the Spirit, sweet and eternal?

Each season reveals the truth within me,
for my deeds are whispers of my soul’s condition.
The fruit testifies—not to God, who knows me fully,
but to my own eyes, a mirror to my faith.

If thorns of the flesh take root,
let me not ignore their warning,
but turn instead to the Gardener’s hand,
who prunes, refines, and nurtures me
until love, joy, peace, and patience bloom.

Lord, may my branches be heavy with grace,
my life an orchard of goodness and truth,
so all who hunger may taste and see—
that You alone are good.

February 2 2025