I am the true vine.
And my father is the vine dresser.
I search again and again for a sign.
A greater one or even a lessor.
I was in a chapel at the Seminary of Oscott.
Standing at the altar reflectively.
Did I truly believe or not.
And yes I did in that moment meditatively.
Thus these moments come in a second.
Without any prompting.
And they are gone in a second.
A lovely insight which is all too fleeting.
I think at these moments you leave yourself.
An become for an instant at one with himself.
…….
We part of the vine
Cannot then live by ourself
And we need pruning
…….
See John 15: 1-8