Lent 2024: The True Vine

I AM the true vine
John 15:1-26

It is the branch that bears the fruit,

     that feels the knife,

To prune it for a larger growth,

     a fuller life.

Though every budding twig be lopped,

     And every grace

Of swaying tendril, springing leaf,

     be lost a space.

O thou whose life of joy seems reft,

     of beauty shorn;

Whose aspirations lie in dust,

     all bruised and torn,

Rejoice, tho’ each desire, each dream,

     Each hope of thine

Shall fall and fade, it is the hand 

     of love divine

That holds the knife, that cuts and breaks,

     With tenderest touch,

That thou, whose life has borne some fruit

     Mays’t  now bear much.

~Annie Johnson Flint “The Pruned Branch”

~Shared by the Laningas