Captivity to self

Trapped in Babylon again… captive…

in the belly

of the whale

running from the

Vine… headed for Tarshish…

to the weeds

to the dark, hidden

but starkly… or…

embarrassingly public,

pride destroying/building darkness

of the outskirts

of the world… eating whatever…

the hogs left behind

causing myself to starve… burn

another 2nd chance… and another

… ad infinitum…

when will I uproot myself…

allow myself to be uprooted..?

when… will I stop

trying to nourish roots in shallow ground…

sand on an incline?

allow the Husbandman to

graft me onto the

True Vine… where

life giving water flows…

freely!…?

nourishes deeply…

the manna of Yahweh!

the light of Yeshua!

unending nourishment!

unending grace.

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