A quadrille of 44 words offered to you and shared with fellow poets at the dVerse pub
come taste and see
we drink to remember
his blood poured out for us
crushed like heavy grapes
stomped in garden winepress
he drinks bitter cup of betrayal
like first disciples
we wonder, amazed
by life blood we’re clean?
divinest wine lifts sin’s bloodstains!
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 07, 2021 @ 17:31:12
I love the direction you took …. a lovely write.
Apr 08, 2021 @ 06:33:18
Thank you, Helen.
Apr 06, 2021 @ 13:33:31
Yes, indeed!
Apr 06, 2021 @ 12:48:38
Well written Lynn.
Apr 06, 2021 @ 11:11:17
Perfect metaphor, enjoyed this!
Apr 06, 2021 @ 20:47:35
Thanks, Tricia 🙂
Apr 06, 2021 @ 10:37:53
I applaud your personal morality and faith. Our poems make good book ends.
Apr 05, 2021 @ 22:37:04
Amen!
Apr 05, 2021 @ 21:55:03
It’s truly wonderful
Apr 06, 2021 @ 06:07:47
Yes, it is, Athira.