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For someone who told me once it was okay to take a comment and turn it into a poem…

 

 

A Fine Wine

As I sit back now
and ponder the last year
of knowing you,
I see how you have mellowed,
like a fine wine.

The questions,
the pilgrimage for truth,
are still there,
but the tang that is tasted
on the back of the tongue
is apt to be not as sharp
and pungent now.

You have dusted off
the fine powder of time
that has settled
on your outsides
as the wine
and the wisdom
has aged within.

And even though
the bottle of your life
has tipped and the wine,
uncorked so it can breathe,
has spilt leaving you feeling
depleted and lacking,
it is the emptying of yourself,
the draining of the bottle,
that has allowed the light to get in,
to illumine the crevices of your soul
so the questions, still to be answered,
at least now are no longer seen
through that glass quite so darkly.

And as Spirit like the wind
rushes in to fill you,
you are relaxing into
the ebb and flow of your life.
And in that current
you have carried
many of us along with you,
for which I give thanks
as I drink in your sage words.

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Please visit Plato’s blog at Plato’s Groove. I know he would enjoy your company.

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