Lay for the Day 27th
feast day of St Vincent de Paul, patron saint of vine-growers and vintners.
A poem from the book of Praises, a sequel to the one Of Wine,
Of More Wine
Provided by the Lord for revellers
where none sat askance and sipped, with pious indulgent smile
across the brim.
They soaked it up in the reeling steps of Noah the brewer,
Saviour among them, an enjoyer.
If Socrates could sink the
volumes Plato pours for him
still talk wisely,
could not the Nazarene imbibe the like and do still what he
best, namely love God?
The Son of man was not some maudlin boozer,
called his death this cup.
are no icons of tipsy Jesus
and we take our sherry austerely at the altar rail.
in white gowns give us pills and medicine.
They tell me that youre coming to another wedding soon.
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