My Choice of Weapon today is a beautiful photo and poetry.
J. C. Williams
It would be easy to live life like a new wine vine
Fertile, bearing much fruit, lying in the sun waiting
For harvest time but I would not be the very best wine!
Youth and vigor of life on my side, it would be easy to live life like a new wine vine.
But if you stretched me tight where I felt I might break, took me to limits beyond what I think I can take, placed me in the earth, the rain and the wind and added the sun’s searing heat all over my skin then…
The Great wine I might be would begin.
The Great wine I might be would begin!
I want to be like an old wine vine, stretched to the limit
Not bearing much fruit but yielding great wine
Crafted in fire of sun, fermented by time
I would be an old wine vine!
Rolled, sampled and left in the dark alone
I’d gestate in barrel
The oak and tannins my home
I, stretched to the limit, old vine in the sun
Cultivated are great wines and I hope to become one
You may taste the potential that I will be great
As I grow in the bottle and change from day to day
And when the oxygenated glass is christened with my final yield, the flavor, the scent of what I am and what I was and what I will be is what I’ll give.
So as I grow in bottle changing from day to day
Awaiting the glass that will testify of my final yield
Sample the earth, the fruit, the scent of what I am, what I was and the joy of what I will give.