And, borrowing from John's gospel, this is poem #365, and my prayer for the new year:
Cut off every branch
in me that bears no fruit, and
prune the ones that do.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
Sweetie, think of me like a Johannesberg Reisling grape with some botrytis (the noble rot)...I may look old, shriveled and slightly diseased, but if you ferment me, I'll make lovely wine...don't cut me off!!!
ReplyDeleteI love poem #365 from my favorite chapter in the Bible.
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