The Bent-Knee Time

The vine doesn’t try to bear grapes: it can’t help it. It drinks in dew and rain and air, eats up soil food, basks in sunlight, yields without a flinch to pruning knife, and to restraining cord, and to the acid spraying of the gardener. Then the grapes come; they must; they can’t help coming. If we’ll be as natural as the vine, and as sensible, we’ll bear grapes too. And the whole process is in that word “abide.”