From heaven, a vine reached down,
The angels rejoiced, a wondrous sound.
Upon the earth searching for a home to make,
To spread a canopy over man, for man’s own sake.
The leaves of the vine stretched out across the land;
From the sea, over mountains, and across burning sand.
The vine produced flowers;
A pleasing aroma in showers.
The flowers bore fruit that brought forth the wine.
The heart of man was lifted and so was mine.
Pleasing to the eye and pleasant on the tongue;
To still the sound man had sorrowfully sung.
― Miriam