Vine and branches,
vine and branches,
second chances,
second chances,
"I came first," clucked the chicken.
God is spirit. God is vine.
I am branch.
We entwine.
We visit earth
as breath, as air
then rest in still,
but where?
On earth it all matters.
On earth it is all matter.
With God, does it matter?
Vine and branches,
vine and branches,
second chances,
second chances,
"I came first," cracked the egg.
From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. John 1:16
Peace. Love, Linda
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