Service For The Restoration Of Man: Communion
Libation
Father, the vineyard quivers in the thin spring heat,
A rapid brightness sparkles along the ground.
Let the water be ever drawn
Through the curl of white root
Up, surging,
Through the green long swell of summer
Until unvined
The grapes in
Intoxicating thunderous dusky tumult of abundant grapes
Yes, dusky grapes heavy as the loins of heroes
Are brought purple in joyous press — Father,
Shall not the young press purple with joy
Bring forth for thee?
For thy wonderfulness is too great:
Thy miracle comes unrushed in ageless spiral.
Thy miracle comes.
Let the wine be ever given
From this chalice pouring
Up;
Shall not the wine, the dark wine
Be golden in the mouth of God
Shall it not shimmer laughing past thy lips and tongue?
For thy wonderfulness is too great:
Our life is thy wine, golden in thy mouth
And thy wine is our life, purple with joy.
© 1978 by Lloyd Meeker
