I’m re-blogging a May poem about the vine today.
Originally posted on Hopeful:
John 15:5-8 from The Message:
“I am the Vine, you are the branches. When you’re joined with me and I with you, the relation intimate and organic, the harvest is sure to be abundant. Separated, you can’t produce a thing. Anyone who separates from me is deadwood, gathered up and thrown on the bonfire. But if you make yourselves at home with me and my words are at home in you, you can be sure that whatever you ask will be listened to and acted upon. This is how my Father shows who he is—when you produce grapes, when you mature as my disciples.
Free of Self-Concern
I would be free of my own nothingness.
There is new freedom and everything of God.
Oh, for a relationship intimate and organic,
Here are my hopes; bless them.
My aspirations are deep in this journal; bless them.
My plans are organized…
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