Are you a ripe Avocado?

Letter to the reader:

This poem likens a human to an avocado—touched, tested, and manipulated by the world, constantly judged for ripeness. But when placed in God's hands, will we be soft enough to be molded? Society rushes everything, but true transformation requires patience. Galatians 5:22 reminds us that the fruit of the Spirit isn’t instant—it grows in His timing, not ours.

Greek mythology, 

White clouds, 

Muscles so firm, 

Worlds can be created within them.

We all crave a story, 

some romance, 

some finesse, 

To take us away from 

our perpetual lack of self purpose. 

We cry silently, 

in our warm showers 

on  freezing mornings.

Endless tasks, 

for a boss who doesn't even

know your birthday, 

paint layers over houses 

where it should be stripped 

And treated but 

‘a quick fix’ 

is what the world seems to settle for.

Food prepped, 

in an hour of chopping 

or with a sacrificed evening 

with your loved one? 

But the convenience 

of a microwave minute 

makes for sacrificing a sunday afternoon.

See it

Click it 

Have it 

We are so use to instant, 

patience seems to be a fruit so unripe 

it sits on a sill in the kitchen, 

waiting. 

Like an avocado, 

its buyer reaches out, 

touches it, 

moves it, 

& uses the heat from their hands 

to manipulate the time. 

To gauge its hardness, 

to see if it's malleable 

enough to be cut, 

to be sliced, 

and diced, 

and eventually? 

Devoured.

When our Lord, 

the maker of all things, 

of the sky, 

of the earth, 

of that very avocado 

picks us up, 

Will we be soft enough? 

Will we mold to his all powerful hands?

Will we be at peace 

knowing He will be changing us 

the second we soften, 

we cushion into Him.

And like the couch 

we spend too much time sitting on, 

too much time lost in worlds 

unlike the one we live, 

the one we dictate, 

the one we are asked to give our King.

It will cost you your life,

but what you gain 

will be so much more 

than what that 80 inch 

screen portrays to you. 

Galatians 5:22, 

We are so quick to forget, 

so quick to have things left 

and stored in other parts of our mind 

like filing systems, 

that search bar requires 

that one special word, 

that phrase, 

that will unlock the memory 

your subconscious is desperately 

trying to speak out to you. 

Will you let the email remain unread?

Will you answer the one that never stops sending?

Not just a notification but a love

Greater than any of the greats.