Trellis and Vine

From all corners of London, we anchor the frame,
A trellis of purpose, a shared Quaker name.
The lifting is heavy, the seasoning slow,
But we build the foundation so the Spirit can grow.

From reliable wood, our green vine takes flight,
Seeking through structure to search for the Light.
but in this garden we’re not bound to stay;
Our witness demands that we seize the day!

To reach for the world, we send roots to the deep,
Past pipes and foundations we thread and we creep.
There, the mycelium starts its design,
Linking our life to a much larger line

So spill through the city, to woodland and shore,
Because set before all of us is an open door
to grow to the light in shared company
and share with the world our testimony

A web of connection, of courage and care,
Binding friend unto friend through the soil and the air.
Not tied to a frame, but a spirit set free,
Growing together in radical simplicity.