The sap is flowing! The geese are returning! The world is shifting and a great change is about to come.
Now the dead will be shown for what they are. In the winter, all the branches look the same. But spring reveals the hidden reality.
All those who abide in the vine have sap in their veins.
They will swell with buds and stretch to the sun.
They will not break when the tempest comes, nor wither in the heat.
They will bleed sweet water should the pruning knife wound.
The life is in the blood, and they are rooted and established in the heart of the universe.
They will not fear the change. They will clap their hands and wave their palms when the monarch of spring arrives, and their green laurels will be his crown. Their fruit will be his triumph, and when the grapes are trod they will cast their boughs before him as the wine is poured out for all the earth to drink.