The Story of the Love Tree

When I am tempted to take a bite of the forbidden fruit of comparison, insecurity, or hopelessness, I must return to myself. I must take a moment and recall that this fruit will always leave me hungrier and worse off than I started. I must remember which tree produces the fruit I need, the one that satisfies all my appetites.

In the Love tree’s DNA is my DNA. This fruit strengthens my identity and compounds the Voice that sounds like never ending wedding bells.
It always rings- “ I AM LOVED.” This tree knows my name and always sweetly beckons me to feast.

This tree cleanses me of competition, selfishness, or ever feeling the need to prove or beg. This royal tree reminds me that I was made from Love for love, and that is all that I am. This fruit is free and ready to be savored, just like the Love that is only for me. I can’t see where this tree ends and where is begins; its expanse too far to be measured. Its breadth reminds me that there is so much room for all to be full and happy.
Who will come and eat of this Loved tree?
To find their hunger cease and their joy full.