A Prayer To The Angels Of Wine Poem by Matthew Holloway

In silence I sit in prayer
To the angels of wine
Sacred spirits of high above
To find my lips with their grace
Feed me such sweet nectar
That this dammed sobriety is forgotten
Ode to the craft of vintage ale
The damson waters of the brave
Let me drink and dance and sing
In the joyful wash of your love
I call out to you, find me
And deliver this, day this night
All I do desire, upon the rocks
Of the glass I await
The purification of you
A prayer to the angels of wine
Deliver unto me
An intoxicated mind