by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
wisps to clouds then fog and hear
soak golden voice atmosphere
quiet loudness push away
any bother You did pay
ransomed my peace from chaos
into Your wine quickly toss
then submerge until the world
in entirety is hurled
liquid love a flavored grape
bread incite initiate
rise with flattened bread
raised wine
in those hands
become divine
float away inside until
Lover immersed in Your will