Kincaids Cross On Mountain

The ocean on the rocks cannot reach... Rays from the cliffs beseech... A vine coiled ‘round a stake... The true vine — make no mistake! Before my eyes reach the sea, I only see the God who watches me. The sky’s burgeoning with my praise. Grave shadows flee my knees. Ground beneath is hard and gentle — I lean into the wrath of God and his stand-in-the-gap son. The word of God is on my tongue... The path I walked was narrow... The life I lead, a sparrow or is it a dove — the coo of love. Those dark seas tremble... They cannot pluck me from my place! O how beautiful is grace… 1/5/2021 Brian Strand’s Ekphrasis contest John 15:1 NIV (Jesus says) “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.