Sunday, January 06, 2013

A Poem Draft for Epiphany


I heard the preacher speaking,
and of miracles I heard,
the wine of revelation
from the water of our words.
I heard of men and women
in their humble little ways
transfigured to the glory
of the Ancient One of Days,
first river-bathed and lustral
in the waters of the earth,
then drunken, full of Spirit,
with the Wine of heaven's birth;
of wisdom-seeking sages
who had sought the Good by star
and found it held by mother
where the Jewish people are,
the True in swaddled clothing,
as their wise philosophy
was turned, like wedding-water,
to that wine, epiphany.

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