The Vine Of Life
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Lloydene F Hill
Monday, February 04, 2002
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In the day, in the sun, it stretches moves forward time has begun. In the dark, without the light, it rests, it enfolds, it harbors us, this vine of life that sustains our soul.
Clinging, groping, as we search for our way, swinging and tying us off, and on, day after day.
Hoping and praying, tethered but free, the ties that bind are the ones we need.
Forever this umbilical will we share, with this one and that one, from here to there. It knows no bounds and supports so many, the vine of life binds friend and enemy.
What will become of us, if we dam the flow, of the nutrients so vital to the one that helps us grow. Who's nurtured us, guided us and seen to it that we don't drop, into that darkness, that abyss of that which one cannot and will not stop.
In the day, in the sun, it stretches, moves forward, and our time has begun. In the dark, without the light, it rests us, enfolds us, harbors us, saves us, this vine of life that sustains our soul.
©2002 Lloydene F. Hill
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In the day, in the sun, it stretches moves forward time has begun. In the dark, without the light, it rests, it enfolds, it harbors us, this vine of life that sustains our soul.
Clinging, groping, as we search for our way, swinging and tying us off, and on, day after day.
Hoping and praying, tethered but free, the ties that bind are the ones we need.
Forever this umbilical will we share, with this one and that one, from here to there. It knows no bounds and supports so many, the vine of life binds friend and enemy.
What will become of us, if we dam the flow, of the nutrients so vital to the one that helps us grow. Who's nurtured us, guided us and seen to it that we don't drop, into that darkness, that abyss of that which one cannot and will not stop.
In the day, in the sun, it stretches, moves forward, and our time has begun. In the dark, without the light, it rests us, enfolds us, harbors us, saves us, this vine of life that sustains our soul.
©2002 Lloydene F. Hill
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
1/31/2007 |
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I am enjoying the visit to this DEN.
"The Vine Of Life" is rich in contents, imagery; and strikes the wings of imagination.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Janet Caldwell (author) |
2/20/2002 |
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| Much enjoyed my friend!!! Janet xoxoxoxo |
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| Reviewed by D. Enise |
2/6/2002 |
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Excellent! Insightful, honest, and True!
I enjoyed this "Very" much.
Thank you! |
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| Reviewed by Joann Muszynski |
2/4/2002 |
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Very nice read, I enjoyed it very much.
:o) |
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| Reviewed by Cin |
2/4/2002 |
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Hello,
I'm so glad to see you writing again.
Cindy |
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| Reviewed by Sandi Schraut |
2/4/2002 |
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| Wonderful read so full of hope !! Sandi |
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