We Are Wine

"We were water and now we are changed into wine!"
we cried two thousand years ago.  Where has our cry
gone?  The lip of the cup circles and circles forever
into infinity; surely there is enough room for a thousand
lips and more to drink the drink of life well into the evening.
Demons do not need to appear each and every time
we dare to come to the table.  And all waiting will cease
as we bring the chalice to our mouths and allow the 
juice of forever to wet our tongues.  This is our prayer,
we pray.  To be drenched in the love of one another.

But others sneered and said, “They are filled with new wine.” – Acts 2:13

Holy Vine,
Maker and Pourer,
declaring, This, this
is my blood,
dazzle our palate
with a vintage never 
before tasted,
for the sneerers
are sneering at all
that makes life holy,
pointing to create 
doubt in the fantastic
idea that a way
can be The Way;
for the magic
grape buyers
and drinkers of hope
need a sip from 
the Grail once again.