In ancient crystal glass I see
Reflections of how it used to be
The finest wines in heaven poured
In vessels fit for any Lord
Finely crafted of wood and glass
A stem created from materials past
To hold God’s work in one’s small hand
Is to drink His brew throughout the land
So fill your glass with revelry bought
Whether water or wine it matters naught
Drink to love both present and past
And friendships made that ever last
©2015 Claudia Anderson
Thank you for sharing, my friend!
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Soothing and delicious lines! 🍷
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That is such a lovely poem !
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❤❤❤
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And I raise my glass, cheers, Claudia
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