The fruit sublime

The fruit sublime                                                                                     
Climb out farther on the limb,
the utmost ends,
 
where the sublime fruit grows,
only the rare ones eat –
 
assorted birds, extraordinary climbers,
graceful, long-throated beasts.
 
You’ve been rooted too long in the shadows,
settling for the ordinary. 
 
Climb where the limbs splay and sag
         under your weight;
know the body’s full price. 
 
Your soul, fed on such fruit, eventually
will leave this entanglement 
 
and with the birds soar
the farthest reaches of the sky.
 
O child of God, you’ll transcend this realm,
when you’ve developed a taste for the fruit sublime.