I have been crushed like grapes, ripe, ready for the picking, prepared for its time.
I have been placed upon a shelf sitting, & waiting for my season to arrive like well refined wine.
I am the aroma, the fragrance of freedom, sealed within a place for many days.
I am the truth I keep, I am this word I speak, I am this poetry spoken that gets better with age.
I am the pleasant plant of the lord, a vineyard on a fruitful hill.
I am the fruit with the seed inside it, destined to do GOD’S will.
I am the wisdom hidden in the book of life, understand me as you read the page.
I am the hope found inside this earthen vessel, saying, there shall be better days.
I am the voice one crying in the wilderness, listen, can you hear the prophets rage.
I am the prisoner of reality, trapped inside society, crying for my deliverer to open this cage.
I am the fruit!
A Psalm of, The Fruit, by Reese KEMP!
(Revelation 22:1-7) And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of FRUITS, and yielded her FRUIT every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God gives them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.
And he said unto me, These sayings are faithful and true: and the Lord God of the holy prophets sent his angel to show unto his servants the things which must shortly be done.
Behold, I come quickly: blessed is he that keeps the sayings of the prophecy of this book.