The Song of Wine

Seek a slender vessel,

Behold one among many,

Filled to the brim,

Each one is a story,

The fruit of life’s labor,

Each one in glory.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Each taste from a source,

Of flowers, fire, and wind,

From the Earth it’s begotten,

Lands both near and far,

Love grown in life’s light,

And rest beneath the stars.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Some sweeter flowered wines,

Of ruby lips and charm,

Shine warmth of grace in soul,

Others standing tall and robust,

In protecting the growing vine,

Shine soul virtuous and just.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Once a vessel is aged and full,

It can never be truly emptied,

Poured forth into life,

Life is perfected prolonged,

Filling Heaven’s bountiful sea,

Each note a part of the song.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.