Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Vine Ripe

Hanging in there
on the vine;
lifting my feet
to avoid the sharp points
designed to protect the fruit...

Connected to the vine
in ways unseen to me;
rejoicing in the knowledge
that I don't need to see everything
to know that I wont fall off
before the appointed time...

Moments come
and turn into days...
the years take off
and run with reckless abandon;
yet I know that my times
are in His hands;
and I long to become
vine ripe for the attainment of the prize...