Monday, September 12, 2016

Monday Writes 74



MORE WINE
They had heard about him,
Those days, who hadn't,
Small town talk, everyone knew,
So there he was,
At the wedding party,
And the wine ran out.

Just like nowadays, no different,
With every strike of terrorism,
Every nail of unkindness,
Scourge of misunderstanding,
Sword of greed out of its scabbard
Our wine of hope runs out.

So his mother, a woman - wise and blessed,
She said
Do whatever he tells you
This puzzled them,
However, alarmed, and confused,
They did,
And the wine flowed.

On reflection, perhaps,
We may still drink of that wine,
Of wedding bliss, of joy,
In celebrating another's happiness,
And in turn making ourselves happy.

Hmmm,
Do whatever he tells you
She said
MORE WINE © gillena cox 2016



You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #74, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Blog hopping at the
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Prompt Nights
– To travel is to take a journey into Yourself – [28]

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“I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.”  – Lillian Smith

24 comments:

  1. Oh Gillena, this is so very poignant and profound ❤💜 especially the lines 'With every strike of terrorism, every nail of unkindness, scourge of misunderstanding, sword of greed out of its scabbard, our wine of hope runs out' really cut deep and make us think. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤💜

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. The celebration of happiness is always a miraculous gift, especially when horrors do their best to mar wonder.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Magaly

      much love...

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  3. Thanks for dropping in and linking up Sanaa

    much love...

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  4. Very poignant words....a lesson for many lacking faith in hope XXX

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Gina

      Much love...

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  5. I love the image of the jars, the flowing of the wine, and the questions your poem ask of happiness -- as well as the mystery. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Stacie

      Much love...

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  6. We need to have hope, miracles. Beautiful piece...

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  7. More wine of hope...cheers to that!

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Thotpurge

      much love...

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  8. I think we just have to live with certain acts against us, just drink that wine and enjoy... it's not complacency it's pursuing happiness.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Bjorn

      much love...

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  9. "In celebrating another's happiness,
    And in turn making ourselves happy." We need this so much

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  10. Our wine of hope runs out... Such a pertinent analogy for our times..

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kerry

      much love...

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  11. Thank you, Gillena, for your uplifting and bright poem, as I having been struggling with my inner darkness, and health issues, over the past several months.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Therisa, hope you feel better soon

      much love...

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  12. Mom's are a good thing, even Jesus needed one. Liking this, Gillena.
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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Jim

      much love...

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  13. It's like an old Chinese poem goes. Facing wine never refuse wine

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  14. Thanks for your appreciation Suyash

    much love...

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