God in My Glass

Wine,

glorious fermented fruit,

makes me feel

... blessed.



Crisp white, soft red,

unpretentious wine-in-a-box;

loosens tongue, body,

layered civility.



Wellbeing rises

s l o w l y ...

seductively, in the blood,

paints rosy landscapes,

fascinating friends,

undying love.



I select, buy,

pour, hold up to the light,

look, tip, look again,

swirl, sniff, sip, (don't swallow)

savor, (now swallow).



Judge nose, legs, clarity, flavor

(semi-dry, overtones of raspberry,

peach and pepper, with an oak-y finish).



As I've grown, I've made peace with wine,

like ego, re-considered,

re-prioritized,

moderated, gentled.



The two are partners, bonded, buddies:

ego in a glass;

wine poured into the cup of separation,

counted on to free, enhance, shine,

hide.



Now I free, enhance, shine myself.

Nothing to hide,

I sip surrender

(freedom: overtones of wholeness,

sweetness and light, with a peaceful finish).


Wine,

glorious fermented fruit,

makes me feel blessed;

swirls pale gold,

translucent ruby,

in my glass ...


and I taste God.

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