In the beginning, God was getting down with the extravagance of His creation
And one of the stodgier angels muttered something about too much color
And God laughed and the laugh smelled like pomegranates and glittered like birdshine
This world does not need to break my heart with its loveliness, but it does every day--
And it pleased God--pleases God, if you like--that it, this earth, should possess redolence and verve
For taste and for smell, to please the eye and to gladden the heart
To enliven the soul. These are His words.
So raspberries break like laden clouds of grace on my tongue.