Poetry
Poem – The Grapes of Wrath
The Grapes of Wrath An autumn dawn brings bountiful harvest Sweet bunches torn, hacked from the vine and crushed Liqueur of grapes like blood pressed from them gushed Red sparkling cup that […]
The Grapes of Wrath
An autumn dawn brings bountiful harvest
Sweet bunches torn, hacked from the vine and crushed
Liqueur of grapes like blood pressed from them gushed
Red sparkling cup that fools think give them rest
Bacchean vessels call to drunken revelry
Righteous Noah fell, naked in his tent
Repent or not, Ham’s life was all but spent
All from a glistening orb! Such devilry!
Uncork the champagne for guests at the feast
Drink it in quantity, pain to subdue
Drops of red fell from Gethsemane’s priest
Who prepared to drain the dregs of wrath to
Welcome crushed men to the table of grace
Where the redeemed will look God in the face.
– Emmanuel College Literature Cohort, 2023
