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A Love Letter to My Juicer ๐Ÿ’˜

Hi, Friend! ๐Ÿ˜Š

Yesterday this poem started coming to me as I made some juice. With Valentine's Day here the theme of love was on my mind, and since it kept flowing I composed this friendly love letter to my juicer, whom I call Big Bertha. Bertha's stocky but strong; reliable, loyal, powerful and a hard worker. I aspire to exhibit her positive qualities. ๐Ÿคฃ I hope and pray you enjoy the poem. ๐Ÿ™

A love note to Big Bertha


I love you, Big Bertha

Sturdy and strong

Always there for me

No matter how long

I let you get dusty

But if you trust me

Iโ€™ll clean you up

As you fill me up

My diet, my life

You canโ€™t be my wife

Iโ€™m female too

I also have life

Trust in Godโ€™s timing

Now got me rhyming

Lovers on the way

Theyโ€™ll be here to stay

A juicer, itโ€™s true

Heโ€™ll love you for you

Maybe Tall Todd

You wonโ€™t think he's odd

My mate, biding time,

As I bust out this rhyme

Thereโ€™s lots I've to do

As I watch for that shoe

Cinderella, my turn

Yes, though I do yearn

Must work on my book

Prepare for our nook

Some falsely wish

Yet only one fish

Is swimming this way

He's chosen, far away

God whispers him in quiet

I cry help with this diet

In fullness of time

We'll finish this climb

Friends we be first

No, itโ€™s not the worst

Pastor Erwin knows best

Weโ€˜ll both pass the test

Enjoying the ride

Walking side by side

Fixed upon heaven

Lest there be leaven

Could be wrong

But faith sings a song

No need for shame

I've got a new name

Isaiah didnโ€™t waver

My Husband is Maker

Fifty-four verse five

Just blessed to be alive

Darling, come quickly

Else I'll feel sickly

Yet wait, not quite yet

Thereโ€™s no need to fret

Good things take time

Iโ€™m not here to whine

Some tasks to be done

Hard work and great fun

God comes first

No, I'm not cursed

You might think Iโ€™m bland

But I think Heโ€™s grand

Haven't been this way

Jesus having his way

From glory to glory

Iโ€™m telling our story

Love so divine

He makes us shine

Dying on the cross

Removing the dross

Sin makes us sick

He cut to the quick

But inviting Him in

We get a big win

Heaven my home

Iโ€™m a roaming gnome

Everyone come with us

Say Jesus, I want thus

Open the door

Of this Iโ€™m sure

He'll enter within

And take away sin

Make you whole

Body, mind, soul

Rather die than live

Snatch you from the sieve

Into the abyss

Some will go

The Way you canโ€™t miss

You probably know

Love so sweet

Will wait to meet

My Husband, my Maker

Iโ€™m a grateful partaker

So fill my cup

As we rise up

In need of good health

Veggies are wealth

Hear me, Big Bertha

You're surely worth a

Reward for your grind

You help keep my mind

With me to the end

We peer round the bend

This day has a number

Let's not long slumber

โ€œFor God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life." John 3:16


Happy Valentineโ€™s Day, Friend!

With His love,

Bailey ๐Ÿ˜Š

๐ŸŽต by Andrew Ripp




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