By Jason William Fisher | Contributor
You smile down on me with sincere delight
Kneel down to me, hold me in your hand
Make clean my branch, ushering its flight
You make time for this flimsy bough, though your garden so grand
The blemish of fruit I've produced sends a smile across your face
The vine you've provided transmits life, quenches all my thirst
And your water is sweet. Helps me mature. Gives me life. Your vine, an eternal vase
You seem to hold me close, even when I am at my worst
I feel I can do anything when connected to your source
And it brings me sadness the branches who withered away from your vine
With no fruit to display, they were cut away. They chose a different course
But I will remain in you. With you dear Gardener. Because I am yours and you are mine
Your hands groom your creation
So I will grow for you and In You.
And pray my fruit reflect my adoration
