What is a branch without a leaf,
a lovely, lush, living gem of green?
Where does the vine first connect
beneath the dark, deep, dim earth?
When does the branch give birth
to tender bud, to juicy fruit, to life?
Why does the branch bare badly;
it has dried and is no longer rooted.
Without sturdy roots,
a branch becomes just tinder;
embers in the fire.
P. Wolf; poet & author
“I am the vine, you are the branches; the one who remains in Me, and I in him bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing.” John 15:5