One day, the vine <br />That clomb on god’s own house <br />Cried, “I will not <br />grow <br /> <br />And, ‘I will <br />not <br />grow,’ <br />And, I <br />will <br />not grow,’ <br />And, <br />‘I <br />will not grow,’ <br />So God leaned out his head, <br />And said: <br /> <br />‘You need <br />not <br />Then the vine <br />fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds: <br />‘Oh have I not permission from the Lord? <br />And may I not begin to cease to grow?’ <br />But that wise God had pondered on the vine <br />Before he made it. <br />And all the while it laboured not to grow, <br />It grew; it grew; <br />And all the time God knew.<br /><br />Harold Monro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rebellious-vine/
