Hanging in a garden upon a tree,
between two other fruits;
this is life, this is love.

Those who pluck and eat,
these shall live forever;
for the fruit is good to eat.

They say, come; eat,
but offer nothing good;
but the fruit is ripe,
so do not believe in Rome.

Rome has only bread to eat,
nothing more than empty words;
and those that lead to death.

Our fruit is one of suffering,
not the harlotry of BABALON;
who strips naked before leaders,
who courts kings.

Our fruit stoops before sinners,
washing their feet with tears;
and saying,
"come, let us enter Heaven."

We have painted our Saviour,
in our hearts;
and made sacrifice to God there,
opening up The Kingdom,
on the altar of repentance.

Burn your incense of prayer,
and let the angels hear, O Israel!

©2026 Maria Morisot

MARIA MORISOT
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