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Peas-full- Soul Sustenance

I like peas/in a pod, garden direct, shelled/popping and pinging

into a small bowl,/cupped in a hand/eaten raw—their sweetness

a reminder of sunshine/and rain—their nutrients/bursting onto my tongue

mixing with saliva, that spit/full of tiny bubbles/ready to crowd

their green/nectar around my mouth/then,  just before swallowing

it spread gifts, miraculously—

I like peas/frozen and joined/to any soup or meal.

Green pebbles/ready to thaw/the moment heat/ embraces their skin.

I savour their journey/to my plate or bowl, /and express thankfulness.

In my delight to absorb/such wonder, such simplicity/and digest such splendor;

I remember the health/and wellness it gifts me/one fruit pod at a time,/

one pea,/one molecule.

I love peas. Thank you,/each and every one/for your magnificence.

Such sustenance for the soul.

Writing Practice: Embrace an opportunity to write about a great love or passion that feeds your soul. It can be anything that “pops” into your mind. Animal, Vegetable or Mineral; Person, Place or Thing. In-joy the experience and be surprised! I was…