He drank the wine <br />behind the altar <br />in solitude, for God. <br />A roach had fallen in <br />though unbeknownst <br />perhaps God-given <br />in its holy wisdom. <br />And when the words <br />about the flesh and blood <br />were heard as echoes, <br />he knew with certainty <br />that there was righteousness <br />inside the Beaujolais.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy/
