#111

Heavy clouds hovering over Manhattan, getting close enough but not quite touching the skyline; leaving a sliver of pale golden light at the horizon...

'I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine grower. He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit. You have already been cleansed by the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me as I abide in you. Just as the branach cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me.' (John 15.1-5)