Vine of God

Children had come and gone from the nursing home, leaving grapes and cheese, cards and balloons.
Everyone enjoyed their visit, except one who had hardly moved that day. Eventually they managed to feed him a grape and he spoke to the night nurse.
He said my grape tastes of the wine in my vineyard.
She said you've never owned a vineyard father.
The angel thought to the man again, saying soon I will take you to the vine of God, I plead, can you imagine his glory.