Song of Life
This urgent song- a sudden cry
Springing forth from deep morning slumber
Like a fountain
Filling the eager emptiness with
Divine vintage
Uncorked and served
To any weary traveler
Awake enough to fetch an
Empty wine glass from the closet
And turn it heavenward
O Winemaker!
Fill my cup
With this sublime vintage
Pressed abundantly from the long sweet -and- bitter
harvest of time
With your caress and wink
And gentle pull
Bring my lips to the cup's edge
And let me fall drunk
Into your awaiting arms
O weary man!
Why refuse the proffered cup
Brimming over with the fruit of
Joy-filled vineyards
Let this holy nectar
Smooth your troubled brow
And like a warm fragrant blanket
Cover your sorrow
And open your heart
(July 6, 2010)
Hurricane Christmas
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Black Mountain is bustling.
Tourists are back, Christmas shopping,
peering in shop windows.
But I'm going beyond the lights and tinsel,
just a few bl...
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