By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
when I was able to drink wine
mine head would swim in its own brine
and bruise within as sick at sea
I've never liked a boat for me
now spirit that I can consume
is You I drink and hear Your tune
that rises,soothes or crashes as
I need a minuet or jazz
I open mouth and mind and else
to feel You flow fill with Yourself
my tongue as wet as thirst could want
my mind as drunk but still I walk
as carried by Your steady steps
I sway in dance not narcoleps
as breathing energy not sleep
the soul that soars within Your keep
that waterfall that splashes up
as I eat bread and drain the cup
and feel forever in my veins
and leave my body which refrains
at first from flight but then it goes
for every cell within my knows
the dance and flight You lead are real
and in Your hands the way will feel
as though the earth had never been
but souls, who never feel to sin
are caught and spun and merge in You
and brought again a home that's true
the vision of You, clearer still,
for my mind with You face You fill
with every moment, becomes sure
as I have drunk Your spirit pure.
