Passion is the wine,
and love, the glass,
As ritual reserves the times for drinking.
So life gathers dignity and mass,
Sustained by scripts that free the mind for
thinking.
Our love waits upon the white-robed table.
Vintage holy fills our hearts with joy.
Elijah comes, that wanderer of fable,
Restoring what the wide world would
destroy.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Music: The Scent of Cedars. By Philipp
Weigl. Performed by Philipp Weigl at the
Free Music Archive under an Attribution
License.