in my hands

wrath of the grape

cup’s content trembled  

I timed it

one, ten thousand

two, ten thousand


rhythmically timed

trembling to the beat

I am old

my hands yet steady

steady enough

they weren’t the culprit


gazing into this fermentation

consecrated to commune

my heart beating

to Christ’s supplication


the light above 

this tiny cup of the vine

mirroring the light 

trembling to the beat

of my heart


the love above

this tiny vessel of His

mirroring His love

trembling in His presence

in my heart

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