To this day
The Master gave me bread
broken by His own hands;
dipped and stained in pungent wine.
The drunkenness faded, but to this day,
His bread nourishes my soul.
The sand and stone of my native soil
brings forth His greenery.
A makeshift shelter, a begging bowl;
tongue and throat to sing His praises --
for what more could I ask?
This sobriety is subtly sweeter
than any intoxication I’ve ever known.
O child of God, sing to your Beloved
that you might lighten His face with a smile.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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