I am re-blogging this old poem, for it is one of my very favorites, and I think it is actually one of my most excellent poems as well.  The metaphors are very full and agile…I wrote about one night in the winery, doing “Evening Punch”, that process where the crushed mass of grape clusters together with the seeds and stems called “must” is pierced over and over again with an implement called a “punch”…

OH!!!  How these things just came alive to me!!  I encourage you to think about things like:

dirt
dirt become flesh
flesh become spirit
silver (color of redemption)
piercing
sweat
blood
in-out-up-down
The Must
The Song/Symphony

As I have commented before, I think wine is the central metaphor that best explains the journey of Life, and the task we are all given.  In that post, I said that a good bottle of wine is the disti…

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