As Sweet as the Fruit She Eats: A Venture of Poems

By B. K. Lawson

As Sweet as the Fruit She Eats is a coming-of-age collection of poems in which a tiny caterpillar learns how to join her family in the skies by embracing and embodying her faith in God's love and allowing it to fill her heart with an awareness of the importance of gently and honestly loving oneself and others to truly soar in life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Resource Publications
• Release date: Dec 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798385205325

B. K. Lawson

B. K. Lawson began writing poetry in 2015 with an interest in exploring, understanding, and deepening her Christian faith. By sharing her written works, she aspires to communicate her inner spiritual world to both celebrate the good news of Jesus Christ and assist in loving fellowship with others. As Sweet as the Fruit She Eats is her first collection of poems.

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As Sweet as the Fruit She Eats

A Venture of Poems

B. K. Lawson

As Sweet as the Fruit She Eats

A Venture of Poems

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B. K. Lawson. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers,

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Table of Contents

Title Page

I. Farewell

The Week of a Lifetime

The Birth of Hope

Winter’s Waking

Contemporary Sleeping Beauty

An Unfortunate Essence

Misery Stroll

The Worried Ego and Its Illusions

Ambrosia Bourbon

A Courting Squalor

Recluse’s Jeremiad

The Day of Meeting Botanica Figs

No Longer

Let Go

The Housekeeper

Haven’t Prayed Lately

On Issue of Apprehension

As a Fairy and Fair Lady

Some Things

The Picture Tree

But the Beat Don’t Bounce without Thee?

As Way of Entrance

A Process of Flesh

Farewell

II. Forage

From Hollow Branches

Out and About

If Together

On Error and Its Identification

Enigmatic Elaborator

Contempt

Through Your Entrance

Blackness

Cynical Versus Optimal

Truth

Surrender

Faces in Cold

Evil’s Lies

Ladies and Gentlemen

What Have I Done with My Will?

The Walls of Either

Those on Their Own

In You

Even in My Own Veins

Of All Language

First Love

The March of the Stalwarts

One Way

Signs You’ve Been Here

Peaches n’ Dreams

The Lamp of All Shades

Of a Love

From Muse Sick to Music!

Moon Play Serenade

III. Feast

After Observations

Always Time

All Flora

Fruit Folk

Put the Spice to It!

As Sweet as the Fruit She Eats

What’s Lush

Blue Wreath

Entity

A Little One Wish

IV. Still

Quiet

Rains of Air

A Mixed-Fusion Contraption

Corrections

An Understanding of Respect and Dignity

Of Living

Known

These Days

Heat

Ripe

Force

V. Flutter

Only If

By Words Chosen

Rise and Shine

Community

Soft

Stride

Happiness Practice

A Mosaic of a Butterfly

VI. Soar

What Love Does

Verb

Soar

May We Lift Up

A Poem’s Sailing

Voyage

Keep

Sky Eyes

Do Us Well

For Open Fields

The End

With thanks to Jesus Christ for His loving gift of peaceful life for us all.

I

Farewell

It isn’t good to be always alone.

The Week of a Lifetime

Is it coincidence, in that we’ve managed to secure

the same seven days as all the years of being together?

You have given yourself entirely to your devotion to me

as it compels you to give up all aspects of your animation

and throw out your way of enjoyment as you drive along that beckoning road.

Each hour goes by as precisely as the initial pattern

set by our states of hurt and dissatisfaction.

We have both agreed that we interpret it

as a demoralized haze of obligation without healthy community.

Yet, we are kindred in spirit, clinging to each other for solace

in a time that leaves us wondering why we feel like an outlier.

So, we fancy growing our exiled ways into children with no past

of reminiscent memories that have already shaped them.

We want them to have what is good and what love highlights,

as gentle yet firm guidance into who they are and will be.

I know