Now you are one and twenty, so some say
you should indulge the vintage of the vine.
But you, abiding in another kind
of Vine and vineyard, lift your hands to pray
the husbandman who keeps you day by day
to purge your branches, fill you with new wine,
and gather grapes no temple, mosque, or shrine
could press into new wineskins, anyway.
Then when the governor shall seek the best
of all the vines and vineyards which are dressed,
the servants shall bring forth at His behest
the choicest wine the vintner has had pressed.
His lips shall taste its goodness and attest
that both your faith and fruitfulness are blessed.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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