sitting atop a small hill the rock became entangled in sagebrush barely visible like a lost soul in an uncaring world the only solution was to clear away the clutter cutting away old vines like washing away past sins so it could see again
Love your analogy, it reminds me of the biblical vine and the branch. We are either being pruned, healing from being pruned or in full bloom, but even those in full bloom will be pruned again, we are continuously being pruned that we may continue to grow and blossom.
Read Between the Minds 
Purpose.
The allegory there is striking.
The way forward.
It just takes that caring person to clear away the clutter. A fine poem, Charles, to feature those beautiful things that can be covered and forgotten.
getting rid of clutter surelu pushes one towards a new start sometimes
Love your analogy, it reminds me of the biblical vine and the branch. We are either being pruned, healing from being pruned or in full bloom, but even those in full bloom will be pruned again, we are continuously being pruned that we may continue to grow and blossom.
yep – sometimes it needs some serious cleaning up so we can see the important things again..
ahhh sight~ a valuable commodity in a polluted world
exactly!
In untamed places, many years may pass until a wild brush fire frees the visual conversation to passing time.
but will we miss the vines…?