Destiny

Snuggled deep within their leaves,

Absorbing rain and sun,

They drowse, not knowing what’s in store

Before their time is done.

They doze in comfort on the vine,

In summer’s lazy rest,

Before the autumn when they’re plucked  

And into wine then pressed.

A wine, deep red and bitter sweet,

Poured in a simple cup

And shared by friends who gathered round,

A final meal to sup.

A meal that ends with pledges of

Promise and sacrifice;

The sacrifice of mortal flesh,

The promise of new life.

They cannot know what lies ahead

As they drowse in the sun

And yet they’ll come to represent

The love of God’s own son.

Matthew 26: 27-28

27 Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. 28 This is my blood of the[b] covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.