Rush Of Gratitude

 And Oh, the Grace,
Salvation’s taste. 
The lips embrace cup,
White turns red to sup.
White to red,
to drink from that cup.
White as wool, 
Red as scarlet.
White to red, to drink from that goblet. 

White to white,
A palmer’s flight.
Pure, earnest might.
Precious gift, before the night.
The calm of night,
The fright of no light.
No sight. 

Drink then the cup of white. 
Lips pressed light,
 Blessed, blessed plight.

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