Once upon a time, <br />Jesus, who called himself the true vine, <br />turned water into wine <br />in an act of love. <br /> <br />All over the world, right now, <br />a million grape vines <br />are performing the same miracle <br /> <br />slowly; silently; aided by the sun; <br />their roots, like farmers, coal or diamond miners, <br />searching in the earth <br />for the most precious; <br /> <br />it doesn’t hit the headlines <br />but who dares say <br />a patient, silent, unsung love <br />is any less a miracle? <br /> <br />Who dares say that grape vines <br />do not seek and love <br />their beautiful perfection? <br /> <br />miracles, an act of love; <br />love, that miracle unearned – <br /> <br />what may we do to earn, to drink, <br />that wine of Love, but love? <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />[with a bow to Hafiz]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-into-wine/
