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