“This beautiful poem was inspired and dedicated to one of the best farmers I will ever know in May 1993 by T.J. de Jony.”
A new vine
is like a newborn baby.
Taught
and nourished
everyday
to grow strong and healthy
so it can reach its peak in life
to give back
as it has received.
As a person is often misjudged
so is a vine.
To some
it may be considered simple,
but,
to those who appreciate it
it produces and gives forth
one of the greatest foods of all time.
Wine.
A substance,
a holy substance,
a liquid to be cherished
not only for its power
but for its overwhelming grace.
A substance neither good or bad
but only when used for good
can the goodness of God prevail.
For there is no greater substance on earth
as wine.
A few thousand years ago,
considered the drink of angels.
A substance so holy
that it was chosen to represent
the blood of God’s most cherished creation,
His son.
So holy.
So divine,
that it became
the drink of the altar at the celebration of the Lord.
This drink,
cherished and respected by all good men
comes from the creator of equal justice and tranquility,
“The Vine”.
From forth such a plant
comes this drink,
this plant,
this simple vine,
whose only purpose
in this complicated world
is to bring forth
one of the most simple,
yet most respected pleasures
of God.
Vines,
the truly magnificent
yet simple structure of God.
Given only to the best of farmers
to raise
and nurture
as if they were one of his children.
For God
and God alone
knew this,
and entrusted His wonderful creations
to these special people.
