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.
                      
                      Lloyd Meeker

                © 1978 by Lloyd Meeker