in an old cellar mason jars
full of canned sunsets line
ripened years ago.
they have names like
sylvia's famous peach
each has a piece of paper
with a bible verse written on it.
one day a slim figured girl will
ask her grandmother to try some.
she will reach for the jar of john 15:1
" i am the true vine and my
father is the vinedresser."
snap and the lid will come off.
with a warm smile the sweetness
of a parable will be turned
into a crisp cobbler.