Seven Days of Prayers Inspired by the PsalmsНамуна

Vine

These clusters of bare trees Delivered to the clutches
Of another cold-blooded winter With not a green leaf in sight Or even the hint of a bud
They are like miniature cocoons Waiting to burst with joy

But not yet

Lord, I feel like this bare branch Seeking pale rays of winter sun To warm these shortened days

I feel like a broken branch
Until I recall this astonishing thought

I am no less connected to the vine Then when I am full of green leaves