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...
2 comments:
This is cool! Vine ripe. A great goal. I know I'm still way too hard and bitter to be fit for pie for a king...
Have you seen the vine ripe tomatoes in the grocery store? The price is outrageous, but the taste is divine:). I was thinking of the tomatoes that come through my line at the grocery store. Thanks for the comment.
Joy to you,
Lynne
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