“I am the vine,
and my father the gardener.
He cuts off every branch that bears no fruit,
while ever branch that does bear fruit,
so that it will be even more fruitful.”
This pain is not your own,
but the pain of pruning,
bestowed upon you,
within the Body,
by a consciousness of infinite wisdom,
are rewards for trust
in who you are,
and who you shall be.
The prunings are badges of honor,
glories within the vine,
reaping fruit unimagined
in years to come
It is not my place to question God
and that I should even consider the thought
that passes momentarily through my awareness
makes me feel guilty, ashamed, a betrayer
of a truth I know in my soul is real.
Yet still I have to wonder, Lord,
why did you make me feel this love
only to deny me reciprocity?
You can be cruel but not necessarily.
Did I just win your holy lottery?
Fives again, I see patterns exploding
and mind wants to take them, restrain
them from fully unveiling themselves
but soul is hungry, needs to know
a light that cannot be put into words…