Take what is fruitless
and cut off the branch.
Find the good fruits,
and add to the bunch.
Let the scent please you;
savour each bite;
I want to be the apple
of your precious sight.
And if I should fall
like red autumn leaves,
gather me up
and burn me like weeds.
But take my seeds
and scatter them abroad
so another may rise
and praise you, my God.