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My Fathers Vineyard is the abiding place. A place I will remain forever. Abide in this love, and it will abide in you, you will bear much fruit. Everlasting fruit! For apart from this, you can do nothing. Therefore abide in the vine you will do just fine, but...don't forget to drink some wine, time after time!

Luxury hand painted forever silk shawl by Cydney:
  • 140 cm x 180 cm
  • Mammoth in size; may be styled in numerous ways or worn as a love wrap
  • Silk/Modal blend: 30 % SILK, 70% MODAL
  • Ultrathin fabric
  • Eyelash fray edges
  • Hand painted original artwork designed on pure silk by Love’s Pure Light
  • The original art is now re-produced for production by Love’s Pure Light Luxury Silks Canada
  • Inspired by a promise because a promise is forever
  • Designed in Canada with love
© by Love’s Pure Light

Oh, I will sing a song about a vineyard! My Father has a vineyard on a very fertile hill. I will never stop growing up in this vineyard. I have tried to move away from the vineyard but in doing that, my branches got all knotted up in the world. My fruit turned sour and it was a hard way out! There have been many times after running away that I return home to my Father’s vineyard. I was really tangled up. But my Father cleaned me up and cut off those dead branches so I could truly bear fruit that would last. My Father’s heart is always to prepare me for the harvest. He cuts off those branches that were not bearing fruit. He puts my feet back on the GOOD soil. I see all my Father has toiled. I now know My Father’s Vineyard is a safe place full of nourishment and love. Anyone who visits this vineyard will be forever spoiled. I thought to myself I will never leave this vineyard ever again.
As a little girl would spend hours in the fields and enjoy running between the rows watching the growth each day. Singing with the birds and scaring away the ravens. I was always the best at protecting from the devourers that would try to snatch the fruit. I however enjoyed to taste each grape! Merlot, pinot, chardonnay oh the wine to drink anyway! Oh, the inspiration of my pallet imagining the beauty of this ruby fruit! I loved to watching the fruit grow from winter to harvest. Clusters of grapes in my hands with big juicy fruit soon to be crushed and then turned to a vintage that the tourists come all around the world just for a sip. There is always a process that happens in this vineyard and even how I now see myself mature. I can do nothing unless I stay close to this vine!
When the vines got going, the gleaning was so slowing. but then I looked and realized I also have been growing. This one thing I recognize that when I abide here, In my Fathers Vineyard I bear much more fruit than I would elsewhere. Infect I really can’t do anything unless I know my home and heart is abiding in this special place. I can ask for anything here and most of the time my dad always says yes. There is a forever freedom and abundance from Each year’s jubilee. I am most confident to know everything I could ever need evolves from my Father’s vineyard. I realize the life I will live is abiding in this vine. My Father’s vines. Then, I know I am doing just fine. For the world comes to find the treasures that are already mine. But one thing I know is I must drink a little wine time after time! My Father’s vineyard is the special place hearts become happy and faces that forever will shine!
A poem by Cydney


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