In hand-blown 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

Creations from His thoughts to man’s delight

Turned into a display of shadow and light

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

Poetry by Claudia Anderson ©2015