God of every growing thing, as I peel the Lychee, would you show me layers of your goodness.
God of seeing, who sees and saw, and brought forth a husk of pale mustard and dusty rose, a shell of protruding diamond matrixes, a pineapple honeycomb exterior hiding a milky globe bursting with sweetness, a seed of new life.
God of sunset colors, of patterns and protection, sweetness and new life, come into the the places where I see only a shell and not the hidden fruit. Where I may not appreciate the colors because there are spikey defenses, and I am easily offended.
God of spiritual fruits, seasons, and ripeness, work in me to bear a harvest pleasing to you.
