Pruned to Yield Fruit / Streams

Pruned to Yield Fruit

And every branch that beareth fruit he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit - John 15:2

A child of God was dazed by the variety of afflictions which seemed to make her their target. Walking past a vineyard in the rich autumnal glow she noticed the untrimmed appearance and the luxuriant wealth of leaves on the vines, that the ground was given over to a tangle of weeds and grass, and that the whole place looked utterly uncared for; and as she pondered, the Heavenly Gardener whispered so precious a message that she would fain pass it on:

“My dear child, are you wondering at the sequence of trials in your life? Behold that vineyard and learn of it. The gardener ceases to prune, to trim, to harrow, or to pluck the ripe fruit only when he expects nothing more from the vine during that season. It is left to itself, because the season of fruit is past and further effort for the present would yield no profit. Comparative uselessness is the condition of freedom from suffering. Do you then wish me to cease pruning your life? Shall I leave you alone?” And the comforted heart cried, “No!”

—Homera Homer-Dixon

It is the branch that bears the fruit,  
That feels the knife,  
To prune it for a larger growth,  
A fuller life.  

Though every budding twig be lopped,  
And every grace  
Of swaying tendril, springing leaf,  
Be lost a space.  

O thou whose life of joy seems reft,  
Of beauty shorn;  
Whose aspirations lie in dust,  
All bruised and torn,  

Rejoice, tho’ each desire, each dream,  
Each hope of thine  
Shall fall and fade; it is the hand  
Of Love Divine  

That holds the knife, that cuts and breaks  
With tenderest touch,  
That thou, whose life has borne some fruit  
May’st now bear much.  
—Annie Johnson Flint