Legacy

It was a beautiful, sunny day at the vineyard.  The Raisin Grapes were singing, “Joyful, joyful, we are joyful, soaking up the sun, joyfully getting ready for the great event, joyf…”  There was a rude interruption to their song.   The Purple Table Grapes shouted, “Nyah! Nyha! Your great event is to shrivel up and get wrinkled.” Well, you can’t keep a good grape down and the Raisin Grapes just kept on singing.

The pretty Blue Wine Grapes were also cheerful.  They were singing,  “A great day is coming and we will help fill his glass, oh yes a gre…“  Another rude interruption from the Purple Table Grapes. They said, “You call getting stomped till your juice flows like blood, great?  Ha! Ha!”  The little Blue Vine Grapes just kept on singing happily.

The nice White Grapes were also happy and were singing, “When we gather at the river , the ri….”  Another mouthy interruption from the Purple Table Grapes. They said, “At the river?  Is that where the picnic is where you will get chewed up?   Oh!  So sad,  Tee Hee.”  The nice White Grapes kept on singing happily.

Then one day as things ripened out, the Vine Master came  and harvested those Grapes who knew the necessity of transition to please the Vine Master and were joyfully transported from the field.  The Purple Table Grapes were left behind to rot on the vine, for there is no place in the kingdom for “Sour Grapes.”