Grapes

I’d a cluster of purple grapes,

‘what sweet succulent taste awaits,’

I thought, taking one for delight,

spitting it out, ‘this nothing sates,’

I said, repulsed, ‘such a sour blight,

these must be wild grapes alright.’

The grapes are from the Vineyard parable of Isaiah, and seeming good and delicious but in reality sour and vile, and not the good crop that God expected despite that He did everything He should in order to get good yield, i.e. Israel still was bad/corrupt; and this parable isn’t confined to Israel or lest Christians forget they are grafted into Israel– if we have been directed in every good way whose fault is it when we go astray?