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Monday, 31 May 2010 19:20 |
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The things this Enemy said, Tovina thought were true because she knew not whence they came but from herself. "Pruning is love," he reminded her. "The Husbandman prunes a branch he loves."
He paused to laugh.
"What kind of love is that to cut and tear and to let the sap ooze out? Do you think someone could love and yet always hurt? Just see that thistle over there by the corner rock in the hedge, out to prick every being who passes. Why is that there?"
Tovina trembled, wrestling between such opposite ideas. Had she not seen the light in the eyes of the Husbandman and felt his touch upon her, gentle and refreshing? How could all that be a put-on and "TO THE VINE" but a tease?
"And see the rose bush over by the path? Someone surely wants to keep others from finding the fragrance by all those thorns on each stem! What good is there in the touch of the Husbandman if he but fills your branches with thorns and briars?"
Tovina began to droop again and most unhappily. Where could she go? Whom could be trusted? If not for the Husbandman, then why exist? Why seek TO THE VINE?
No answer eased the shackles.
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