Part of the Vine
by Elaine Carey
Sunday, July 10, 2005
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One of Jesus' most vivid metaphors is John 15. "I am the vine, you are the branches."
The True Vine is a:
Green leafy organism is flush with tendrils and blossom potential-
I am just a:
branch, a segment of the True Vine.
a restful branch, not a rugged individual
self-involved and self-loving.
Branches don't ponder
fertilizer and sunshine or even location.
A branch simply
clings, grows, and produces.
Let me be vigorous with praise, faith, and humor; purge me of fungal negativism.
Ouch! That pruning hurt but I lost nothing
but a little dead wood.
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|meaningful direction in both content and conclusion ...|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Great meaning in this poetic composition, Bess. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Good write with a good ending.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Karen Chalfant
|This is a wonderful reminder. Thank you....|