All Good Fruit

A children's Song from Vanuatu.

Jesus, give us Poapoa, Watermelon, Mango

Coconut, Apple Tree, Kumala, Handsome Beans

Passionfruit and Pineapple, Pumpkin and Banana

Jesus give us all good fruit for our daily needs

Jesus my provider, blessed my redeem

Jesus give us all good fruit for our daily need

Heard in Musina Village, Vanua Lava

Months later I hear the same song again on Gaua Island. The children that I live with, which are already growing into my brothers and sisters, sing it endlessly. I watch them climb Mangos trees, run through the bush, fish in the reefs just of the whitest beach I have ever seen. Vincent and me stay with them. A unique connection develops within a few days. We walked in and they welcomed us. Over New Years Eve we climb up to the 120m water fall. A rough hike through thick bush and forest brings us to a spot to put up camp. We sleep early on this last night of the year. The next morning, as the sun sends her first light beams through leaves and branches, we awaken and walk to the waterfall.

Within me something new awakens on this morning. Something pure.

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