The wine from human soul
in chalice, pure of gold,
intoxicates beyond control
the sheep led to the fold.
The pastured green and sky-blue pure
have brought us to this land
with painful trials to endure
to reach the promised brand.
It burns, I know, your doubt away
with prideful holy cause.
Concerns of life will hold less sway
by ancient hollowed laws.
Your song shall cease and gods will dance,
outpouring human swill;
for due the randomness of chance,
we never had a will.
O love, my love-beat heart was seared
by raised and righteous brand
that brazed a falseness as I feared
in love’s bravado land.
Eroded, truths will always tell
the moral right from wrong.
That river runs from muddled well
to muffle righteous song.
( submitted for Open Link Night at DversePoets )