Vineyards

Posted on October 1, 2014 by Rosalind C Hughes

I cannot grow an apple tree,
aromatic herbs, fresh flowers.
I dig and plant and water and weed;
everything dies.
I drink the wine of another’s vineyard,
climb the walls to scrump the orchard,
cadge the scent of another’s roses
passing by.
In the spring, unprompted, a bud.
I try not to tread it down.
The God has reclaimed the garden
as her own.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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