Vines
From low to high
Climbing towards the sky
Busy vines dare to be seen.
Taking grasp of all they can hold
Growing, shaping, forming a mold
A pattern of vibrant green.
Among tall pines near the shore,
Intertwining beyond the moor,
Living among places serene.
Holding onto what is good
Joining together all it should.
Alas, One True Vine means everything.
Julie Pisacane © 2005
John 15:5
I am the vine, ye are the branches:
He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit:for without me ye can do nothing.
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