Sasquatch
10-27-2005, 04:27 PM
My brother wrote this poem, about four years ago now I guess. He used to be a Journalism major, and has even had some of his poetry/stories/etc. published. But I thought it would get an interesting discussion, from all angles, in here, so I figured I'd toss it in. Hope y'all like it.
Hello, my friend!
I have grapes!
You can have some if you wish--
come, I will show you the vine.
There are far too many there to count;
enough for everyone with much to spare.
The grapevine is not mine, but I know the One who owns it,
And these grapes are here for everyone.
What? I am arrogant--but how?
I never said that I deserve these grapes
any more than you--I want you to have some.
Nor must you go through me to find the vine,
although you must to to the vine to get the grapes,
and I want to show you where it is.
Just how was this vine planted?
That I do not know, though I can tell you
how it grew and where and why the grapes are here.
Why do you instead go to a thornbush,
adorned with pretty-looking flowers,
and feel among the thorns for fruit that is not there?
And now I truly do not understand...
You ask me how I know this vine has grapes,
while I stand here smiling, grapejuice in my teeth,
The smell and taste are with me still.
And with those, I cannot look at what is right in front of me,
and make myself believe there's nothing there.
But if you still think me arrogant because I own this vine,
I tell you again, it does not belong to me!
The One whose vine it is will let me eat,
until I've had my fill, and come again,
and offers this to you as well.
All I had to do was ask.
The Vine is here for you, my friend.
Come, have some grapes!
Hello, my friend!
I have grapes!
You can have some if you wish--
come, I will show you the vine.
There are far too many there to count;
enough for everyone with much to spare.
The grapevine is not mine, but I know the One who owns it,
And these grapes are here for everyone.
What? I am arrogant--but how?
I never said that I deserve these grapes
any more than you--I want you to have some.
Nor must you go through me to find the vine,
although you must to to the vine to get the grapes,
and I want to show you where it is.
Just how was this vine planted?
That I do not know, though I can tell you
how it grew and where and why the grapes are here.
Why do you instead go to a thornbush,
adorned with pretty-looking flowers,
and feel among the thorns for fruit that is not there?
And now I truly do not understand...
You ask me how I know this vine has grapes,
while I stand here smiling, grapejuice in my teeth,
The smell and taste are with me still.
And with those, I cannot look at what is right in front of me,
and make myself believe there's nothing there.
But if you still think me arrogant because I own this vine,
I tell you again, it does not belong to me!
The One whose vine it is will let me eat,
until I've had my fill, and come again,
and offers this to you as well.
All I had to do was ask.
The Vine is here for you, my friend.
Come, have some grapes!