Poetry

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USELESS OR FRUITFUL VINE (Ezekiel 15 / John 15) Part 1

The cut is raw and vulnerable,
Open now for all to see,
Open to the blast of the sun’s heat
Or the frost of a winter’s day.

The branch, that had been fixed so firmly in place,
So much part of the tree,
Has gone –
Removed, by the wise but tender experienced hand of the Master Gardener.
It had been there for years,
It had a form of beauty,
Some even admired its shape,
But it was a useless thing.
No fruit ever grew on that branch.
Its weight and size sapped the tree of energy,
Hid the sunlight from the struggling new growth,
It had to go.
So, with precise blow,
From gleaming, silver blade,
The gardener swung his axe,
And it was gone.

The cut is raw and vulnerable,
Open now for all to see,
Open to the blast of the sun’s heat
Or the frost of a winter’s day.

But what is this?
The struggling new young branches
Begin to stir.
They reach to the previously hidden sunlight,
Their leaves now grow and flourish,
And the tiny buds of fruit
Begin to appear.

The shape of the tree is changed
Its appearance gives fresh delight.
In place of a proud, shapely branch
Hang clusters of fruit.

Reach up and taste
The sweetness and thirst quenching produce.
The cut is healed.
The tree is fruitful.

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