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It was everything
To her
To tend the naked vines that sprawled
Across her soul,
And through the long cold
Winter
To let the sun pour
Over
The sprawling expanse of not-yet-sweetness,
As she hoped
And prayed
For fruit
Ripening amidst abundance
Into wine.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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This is really lovely, Na’ama!
I really like: “To tend the naked vines that sprawled
Across her soul,”
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Thank you, Merril! I’m so glad you liked it!
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I did!
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🙂
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Ooooh…. this is marvellous!
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oooooooooooooh, thank you! 🙂 I’m so so happy that you marvelloused it! 🙂
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Absolutely! 😀
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😀
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I feel the power of that sun ripening the fruit! Well written! 👏👏
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Thank you Tricia! I’m so glad the hope and warmth got communicated! 🙂
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I feel certain that prayer will be answered.
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I think it will, too … 🙂
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Wow, Na’ama.
This line made me do a doubletake, and I had to start reading the poem again from the beginning. How lovely.
Yours,
David
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Thank you, David. I’m glad it gave pause … in a good way … 🙂 Great comment!
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How lovely!
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Thank you Linda! 🙂
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I really love this. It’s somewhere between a pastoral lament and a seed of hope. It’s so melodic and sweet.
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Thank you for this comment! I’m glad you liked it! And … yes, I think you ‘got’ the tone quite right!
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I came across this phrase once ‘achingly beautiful’ as in ‘ beyond just poignant’.
This is most certainly a poem which that phrase can apply to.
Sublime.
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Wow! Thank you for this sublime praise! 🙂 I’m very flattered and very pleased. 🙂
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You’re welcome. My pleasure. 😃
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🙂
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Here’s to the wine, here’s to you!
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Amen! Cheers to you!
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Amazing!
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🙂 Thank you!
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