Poem April 9, 1977 Issue

FRUITFUL VINE

John 15:1, 2

Helen A. Wallace

In primordial garden
clinging
growing
unto You, my husbandman,
God,

I cannot resist
the pruning
the purging
of the Christ
cutting away
the useless dead branches
of self-love
fear
hate
pride.

Nor can I stop
the new growth—
the tiny living buds
of humility
meekness
purity

developing
the tender sweetest grapes,
formed and colored by
the beauty of
selflessness,
willingly crushed,

bringing out the joy
hidden in the glory of
infinite harvest—

Life, Truth, and Love fulfilled in the Christ.

Helen A. Wallace

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