Solomon said a good word is like a
Golden apple on a silver plate - a
Gift from a friend when you're left holding the bag:
The cost of restitution to pay for a
Temporary madness or deplorable
Word. The fruit refreshes to the core where you
Collect the seeds in celebration of the
Hospitable grace shared, requiring no proof
Of brawn or wit. Try counting the number of
Apples hidden in the seeds as you secret
Them into the soil where they grow into new
Mercies: some for now, some to be discovered.