In the basement I have been lain,
Waiting only to be opened.
Though I am lain long
I am the new wine.
You will know when you drink
For I am the harvest
Of all ripe life.

I am the red blood of the many.
Fallen or torn from the vine
I am the spirit of multitudinous life.
The essence of my being
I give to you.

To drink is to be moved within -
To open yourself to penetration.
I am the light in the flesh,
The way of reconciliation.
I am poured out to renew all things.
The past will be buried
And born anew today
Without regret.

All may drink
For I am plenty.
All class, all creed
May quench their thirst .

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