Wine from the Son, flows 

pushing back the night 

anointing the arid face 

of humanity~ 

Soothing 

the clamor within 

with an ambiance 

of quiet, it warns... 

disdain not those  

 strong pierced hands 

that reach for you~ 

Wine from the Son encourages 

delight in those, yet... 

so profound 

things~ 

Things as... His hallowed breast 

on which to rest  

and lay our troubled head~ 

Overlook not 

His never ceasing nurturing

whereby, we're covered with  

His healing spread~ 

For, when we acknowledge 

His mercy and grace 

we turn 

to gaze upon His face~ 

 Albeit, as we tarry there 

at will... 

vast concerns  

are rendered  

still~ 

And it is then we realize  

the thickened ice  

 of winter's strife 

only 'One'...can melt~ 

Fine Wine from the Son...dare 

we turn our back? 

So-Fine Wine from the Son...ask 

of Him...lest there be lack!

 Ps 34:8, Prvb 8 & 9:4-6,  Is 55:1-2, Jam 1:5-6

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