ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©
The vine is rooted in the ground, the tendrils weave and hold,
Leaves appear and small clusters form, in bunches they explode
Those leaves are made like hands you see, with veins spread deep inside,
The life that surges through this plant with care it will survive.
For fruit to grow upon the vine, fresh water it must drink,
The root must remain solid or plants choke in a blink,
The fruit relies upon the root to grow abundantly,
Producing luscious flavor which is ineluctably.
When we are deeply rooted in the source of life alone,
When God gives us living water, we have become His own,
It’s now our obligation to feed others with this love,
So we all can be together rejoined in heaven above.