The Vineyard I hear the soft calling from the soul of it, one that will forever stir my devoted heart; these grapes of my youth that now wait patient on the vine. These are the evidence of my own labors through weary days and countless nights, who face alone whatever life will have of them. The strong sturdy vines, ripened with fruit, make ready to face the heat and morning chill or any other challenges from over the hill. I know there awaits a glorious triumph one day with a special sweetness revealed in final pour, for none other has seen these secret struggles the will, or fight to thrive, overcome and endure. © Carolyn Brunelle
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 00:45:03 +0000
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