The water becomes wine
as induction into
what was dearly sought
and only known
through dim translucencies

What would it mean henceforth
to see the light without the medium
of lantern panes, without
the coloration and diffusion?

How would it feel for that elixir
to well up from within?
For that soft glow to which
we’ve dedicated all our earthly efforts
to be the very center of our being?
What would that change? Certainly
the things we do with thought, with time

Then let us drink that wine
and raise our hands and eyes,
let the shine
that now reveals itself as us
illumine and align
all our endeavors

Let us walk out
into the common square,
let us look
and recognize each other there.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2016