Saturday, July 09, 2016

Cana's Vats

The notes began, and filled my ears with peace:
                “Who but Thyself my guide and stay can be?
                Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.”
And we beheld her there, below the trees;

A little wind flowed through the seated rows,
                Relieving summer heat, and finding joy;
                All heads were turned, all eyes were fixed to see
Her standing, blushing, in an eager glow.

She walked to stand beneath the little cross
                Beside him, and beheld his glowing face
                Which drank of all she was, as so she drank,
While all the world beside was counted loss.

They drank their covenant from the mortal cup;
                Oh Christ! Here from your veins let it be filled –
                Washed out from darkness, sanctified to yield
Two souls to God, who makes them into one.

And so they drink the wine of their new love
                Until the eyes should close, and life should pass
                And old wine-skins be burst for new at last
And Cana’s vats be filled with Calvary’s flood.

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