How can you compare a vegetable to love Dear, she is pouring more coffee into his cup, while she leans over his shoulder, trying to gaze at the headline to the song he is trying to write. There’s too much sugar in this honey he says, taking a sip. So much for the fruits of love you grumpy old fool she says, while reading the headline, under her breath. he begins to hum, the fruits of love fit like a glove to the insides of my heart, every time you sigh I get so high I can feel you deep inside, she stops as she is about to pour him a fresh cup, she begins to hum, he stops writing, turns around, the day I met you my life changed for ever, now your the only fruit I like, where did you get that line from he says. She smiles at him, you didn’t think I had it in me dear, you are not the only one with talent around here. After a half hour more effort they have created their first song together. Aptly called, the fruits of Love.
Solomon sighed, there are so many reminders in nature, tips, that try to direct us, lead us to new paths. An apple on the tree, the fruit is picked, boxed and packed off, consumed in some far off place, by those who have no idea where it came from, just eaten. How could it be compared to love, what was the lesson. He struggles to find meaning, the feeling we sometimes get when things go awfully wrong, and we wonder, why me. Just a feeling we all have now and again.
Eureka, he smiled, the fruit has a life span, must be consumed within a certain time, or stored in a condition, that conserves it’s goodness. Love is like that apple, it has to be consumed, and all of us, are consumers. Love does not exist in substance, it only exists in doing, and you can only harvest it, by passing it on. Was that a fair description he wondered, or would he look at an apple with the same mind set again, amen.