Harvest Time

His radiance warms us through; sun-blushed

grapes, swelling ripe with holy purpose.


Gathered in, our skin bursts, flesh spills

in sacrifice, this unctuous mass must drip


its blood, ferment His riches in dry barrels,

distil goodness under willing, remade skin.


Life erupts. We walk with neighbours—

embodied lips speak love, pour joy, mend pain.


We fish the shoals with tender hooks, bait lines

with truth, catch those that swim the shadows.