Limes sitting in a crystal bowl, catching the light in zigzags that refract through the glass, glancing off the zest in bounced pools of golden green. Here is a sacred thing of beauty that may be set before a queen, bounty from the tree of life, this glorious energy encapsulated in pitted orbs. Can you smell the viriditas, the freshness, these new mercies offered you every morning? All can be renewed. Take and eat, taste and see that the Lord is good.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018