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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Vines (11/21/05)

TITLE: My All Wise Vine
By Chris Miller
11/22/05


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Bearing fruit, I lift my gaze
To my Vine who gives me life
On my own, I cannot raise
Grapes that He considers rife

Even though I know this truth
I forget it now and then
Oft I hammer for some proof
And I wait, I know not when

Will the Son shine on my leaves
And the purple skins so sweet
Waiting as the mystery weaves
Through my life as doubts I meet

Even though my branch is full
Still He prunes me til I cry
Knife so sharp, He seeks to pull
Out the deadness by and by

Parting with the cherished fruit
Strips me more than I can bear
Lack of foliage cannot suit
Someone tells me, itís not fair

When the Dresser of the Vine
Seeks to nourish further growth
Then He gathers all thatís ďmineĒ
Sadly, I am often loath

Does He sense that I feel bare
After all His work is done
Someone asks me, does He care
After all, youíre only one

Other branches seem so proud
Waving gaily in the breeze
My own grief I seek to shroud
From the coming, chilling freeze

Slowly, gently, Warmth within
Whispers to my broken heart
Can you trust Me, My own kin
Never from Me shall you part

Watch those limbs that know Me not
Canít you tell they bear no fruit
On the ground, theyíll sadly rot
Pride and sin is at their root

From the Vine, theyíll meet their fate
Withering in faithless piles
Burning for itís far too late
Caught within sinís fatal wiles

Then my groaning turns to joy
As nutrition fills my soul
With my life He will not toy
Though the sorrows seem to roll

As I once again abide
In my loving, all wise Vine
I will trust Him though He chide
I am His, and He is mine


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Jan Ackerson 11/28/05
There's a lot to like about this poem--consistent rhyme and meter, a wonderful message. I'm not sure about the word "rife" in the first stanza, and I think some punctuation would help with the flow. Excellent wordsmithing!
dub W11/30/05
Nice matched verse, good pace. Thanks.
Linda Watson Owen12/03/05
Beautiful meaning in flowing werse! Your treatment of this familiar image is skillful and very very appealing!
sharmila sanka12/03/05
Good rhyming.