God who is the Vine, you entwine yourself with creation, you wrap your tendrils in and around trellises and fences, you wriggle your way past gates and guardrails so that we might be connected to you.
Here, from the Vine, all kinds of fruit grows, even, of all strange fruits, decorative gourds.
Praise you for producing t…
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