I am the true vine.
And my father is the vine dresser.
We see imperfectly the true line.
But we attempt to make a sincere prayer.
I am, he said, the vine.
You are the branches.
We will grow, we will be just fine.
We are connected to his holy branches.
Abide in me.
And I in you.
We pray he is here now with me.
And with you.
We remain connected.
We will be resurrected.
…..
He is the true vine
And we are the true branches
That is what we pray
……
See John 15: 1-8
























