parable

parable

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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06/2014

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Think much, of the vineyards.
There the grape plants are
starved of their nutrients, 
in a dry and rocky soil.
With roots fighting down,
they hang their branches
in the shine of a heavy sun.
Why would the steward allow this ?
Through this continued oppression 
the fruit gains much complexity
and a high grade of character.
So in the end of its enduring life,
when the grape is pressed, the wine 
is distinctive and more favorable.
How are we any different ?

© 2014 joshua deathdealer


Author's Note

joshua deathdealer
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. - Song of Solomon 7:12

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Each grape is changed by its environment into an individual who’s best adapted to it. We more or less have the same fate as the grape. In the end, our essence is pressed out of our mortal bodies into our eternal corked wine bottles, a treat for our stewards, the gods.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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joshua deathdealer

9 Years Ago

Thank you. Very insightful and it was the message here. Many thanks.



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Each grape is changed by its environment into an individual who’s best adapted to it. We more or less have the same fate as the grape. In the end, our essence is pressed out of our mortal bodies into our eternal corked wine bottles, a treat for our stewards, the gods.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

9 Years Ago

Thank you. Very insightful and it was the message here. Many thanks.
This is such a beautiful thoughtful piece of poetry my dear friend... and I could sit here, and read it over and over again. I feel back in Spain and Italy again, when I read your words, and I almost feel the sun on my skin, and sniff or smell the particular odore of the soil again... In this case it's Italy, it could be near Sienna, or around the fine area of Toscana... from of your beautiful posted picture... Indeed we humans are a parable, with some grapes, from the vineyard, and the landlord, who decided here to let them grow like this, is your metaphor for the Lord himself… Grapes and Humans, really parable, why? Because we all suffer during our journey on earth, and the long way to get there, with up’s and downs, and things that stand in between our path... (some rocks here). You conveyed this so brilliant… The grapes will mature as us, until they aren’t sour anymore, by the right position of the sun… They have a life as us of their own, and patience is key... to maturity. You have made a masterpiece here, I so loved it!!! Plus, yes, there is so much “Energy” in it ;)

Thank you for sharing the beauty of your ink… It was really a must for me to read today.
Wonderful work my friend.... enjoyed!! ;)

“Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai.” — Anthony Capella

- Elisa xx

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

9 Years Ago

Fantastic, you wrote it out!! I so love it already, I see much in it, it will take me a while... but.. read more
joshua deathdealer

9 Years Ago

it's been a while since I actually remembered a dream but this one woke me up and I wrote the detail.. read more

9 Years Ago

I'm so glad you did... That's where the four or more are connected ;) lol ^^

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Casket City, FL



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