Where the vine grows

where the vine grows, prayer, poetry, steven humphreys

The vine grows

around our necks

ever so tightly

strangling some

nab your nemesis

for murder

climb up

the rock wall

stand on top

look down


‘we the homo sapiens!’

we wear the vine

we are not crazy

who are you?

why have you visited


the moon hangs low

over the bay

boats on shore

the old church stands

moonlight flows

covering all

with its milk

there lay

the buried


its courtyard in grass

wind still

all is well

where the vine grows

over roofs in town

up to the belfry

ringing a silent


in one window


the preacher



his lamp burning





Author: Steven James Humphreys

Me and my wife live with our wonderful pets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. I write about varied subjects having written books for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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