India Arie, You Are My Everything

If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing

-----------------------[India Arie, I Will Wither Without You]


My heart is like soil
and your love is like water
and the storm clouds are like my passion
and thunder is like the sound of my heart beating
over and over
over and over, for you
the wind (strong) is like my craving, baby
its sound is a screeching howl trees, rooftops, and castle walls
can barely withstand
to be with you is rain
refreshed

India, baby, youre not listening to me, girl!
I said youre not listening...
from deep within the soil the promise of my faithfulness attempts to sprout
like a vine
and it reaches towards heaven just to try to hold you
but it has no arms
I am pregnant with grapes but my womb is barren!
the vinedresser is the moments passing by (without your kiss)
with gloves of opportunity eager to prune
but I need branches
but I need leaves

The moment is now!
I command you to love me
...or else watch me wither and die
I will turn brown deprived of your presence
and endearing touch.

Be with me, enable me to grow
be my branch,
my leaves
be my grapes
(the fruit of two souls entwined so sweet)
love starved, hollow and useless I am
without your affection
pouring down into my heart
I am nothing, can do nothing
without you






John 15: 1-8
"I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. "I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you. This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.

Zoe Kravitz, PLEASE dont make me kill my son!

Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

-------------------[Zoe, Im willing to make the sacrifice]

My love for you is like wood, a stone altar
and a knife
its like a distant traveler from a foreign land
crossing borders
anxious and just beginning his travails
walking, waiting and not knowing
how to interpret what he hears from God

Baby,
My trust in you is like a donkey enduring
like a long journey with the weight of conscience on its back
knees beginning to buckle
accompanied by two servants, hope and reason
only providing false security
...and water (a temporary relief)…and bread (brief satiation)
(until I have you I will always be empty inside)
treading towards the base of the unknown – Mount Moriah
steadily
obediently
in sheer silence, urged on by the nebulous sunrise

Girl, don't you see?
I have left behind all I know
my sanity, my joy, my father and my kin
to climb this mountain of pure chance
and offer the sacrifice of my one true refuge – my dignity –
like Isaac my only son…
and my love for you is so sharp that it will bind up the last shred
of dignity I own and stab it, and burn it, and cry over its ashes
rising up in black smoke shrouding the sun…

but Im hoping you don’t let it go that far, girl...


(PLEASE LOVE ME ZOE, IM TAKING A CHANCE ON YOU, DON’T MAKE ME HAVE TO KILL MY SON!!!!!!!!!!)

[just to be with you, just to know you – just to be together, just to kiss you]

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Genesis 22:3-12
Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. He said to his servants, "Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you." Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together, Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, "Father?"
Yes, my son?" Abraham replied. "The fire and wood are here," Isaac said, "but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?" Abraham answered, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son." And the two of them went on together. When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!" "Here I am," he replied. "Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."