|34 Marlton Grove... our front garden|
reaching for the sky, reaching to connect.
tender greens looking to the sun.
reaching into the unknown
in the grasp of unseen forces,
tossed back and forth by the wind
connected to the vine.
simply reaching out.
I see these tender shoots
I see myself…
reaching out, grasping…
for meaning in this new place
struggling against the wind,
against… I don't know what
sometimes feeling alone and vulnerable.
oh that I would remain connected to the vine.
oh that I would simply reach out, vulnerable…
yet never alone.
oh that I would allow the wind,
the wind of the spirit to guide me.
"I am the vine; you are the branches.
If you remain in me and I in you,
you will bear much fruit;
apart from me you can do nothing."