Image: Water into Wine © Jan L. Richardson
Reading from the Gospels, Epiphany 2, Year C: John 2.1-11
Blessing the Water, the Wine
You thought
you had learned
to live with the empty,
the hollow.
You could place your ear
against the rim
of the vessel
of your life
and hear its ringing echo
with equanimity,
not expecting
any more
not even bothered
(almost)
to be a bystander
at the feast—
if not delighting
in the celebration
at least not
despairing in it.
When the water
rushed into the emptiness
you were surprised
that you were surprised,
that you could even feel
the sudden wellspring
when you thought
all had been poured out.
And then suddenly
the sweetness
that stuns you
that tells you
this was not all,
this was not the end
that this blessing
was saving the best
for last.
P.S. For an earlier reflection on this text, click the image or title below:
Epiphany 2: Marriage and Miracles
See also my “Wedding at Cana” image, which first appeared in the Christian Century magazine:
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January 13, 2013 at 11:13 AM |
Ah, what a fabulous blessing!
January 13, 2013 at 1:04 PM |
So lovely, Jan!
January 13, 2013 at 4:45 PM |
Once again, a timely blessing. Thank you.
January 13, 2013 at 7:15 PM |
Beautiful and powerful, Jan. I needed that. Thank you!
January 14, 2013 at 11:17 AM |
Stunningly beautiful words and image, Jan; lovely to carry along this week and year! Bless you.
January 17, 2013 at 1:46 PM |
What a blessing your work is for me! Your poetry filled my heart and soul.
January 18, 2013 at 4:23 PM |
The words lifted my awareness to light and light. Blessings, Jan, on tasting new wine.
January 18, 2013 at 8:00 PM |
This is the first poem of Jan’s that I have read and it made me weep. Powerful and beautiful!!
January 18, 2013 at 8:38 PM |
Thanks so very much, friends! I am grateful. You are a blessing!
January 19, 2013 at 8:17 PM |
The beginning of this blessing resonates with so many of my recent feelings, sick, draggy, and on oxygen since last May. Then you remind me of my baptism and long, prayerful walks where the water meets the sand along the beach. The end lengthens the path for me and gives the gift of hope.
This has, indeed, been a blessing for me.