Superabundance
Superabundance Some love eats the pomegranate seeds, knowing they constitute a contract signed in red. Some love, likewise, bites the apple. Acts of will that initiate, propel. Some love spills out of the loving cup, abundance, unexpected and more than enough. Act of generation, regeneration, grace. Six months into isolation, I know that some do not, cannot, love. Don’t have it to give away. Most do, though, even, or especially, if it takes an act of will to share the fruit of it, an act of grace to let it spill. S. Robbins, September 1, 2020, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 