For here’s what God told me:“I’m not going to say anything,but simply look on from where I live,Quiet as warmth that comes from the sun,silent as dew during harvest.”And then, just before harvest, after the blossomhas turned into a maturing grape,He’ll step in and prune back the new shoots,ruthlessly hack off all the growing branches.He’ll leave them piled on the groundfor birds and animals to feed on—Fodder for the summering birds,fodder for the wintering animals.