Coming home

This very lovely vine gave birth
to grapes, among them one
who happily joined in on earth,
quite proud with being done.

Another grape, in fact they were
quite many, stayed that way.
In naked grape position there
are many grapes who stay.

But our friend would turn to juice.
And so he did just that.
He felt that was the thing to choose,
to make it, and be flat.

And many grapes were satisfied
with having juice become.
They saw themselves as dignified
not being bothersome.

But our friend was not. He thought
there must be more than this.
In fact, from birth on this grape caught
the certitude there is.

So our friend was given grace.
He was considered fine.
Salvation he was let to face.
That grape did turn to wine.

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