Sunday, September 19, 2010

I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.
Dr. Vincent tells of being in a great hothouse where luscious clusters of grapes were hanging on every side. The owner said, "When my new gardener came, he said he would have nothing to do with these unless he could cut them clean down to the stalk; and he did, and we had no more grapes for two years...., but this is the result."
-from Streams in the Desert
by L. B. Cowman
original copyright 1925
Have a lovely day!

1 comment:

  1. What a profound little poem. SO much hope & encouragement to be harvested from that pruning illstration too.

    John 15:1-2 (NIV) "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.