#cupbearer
Listen to me now, oh my cup-bearer,
Help me with the wine tonight please.
Pour some wine in my empty flask,
Be that bit lavish and not stringent.
The flask gets emptied again & again,
But it is helping me forget all the pain.
Don't ask if enough and keep pouring,
Wine or whiskey it won't be mattering.
It's your face that I am taken to darling,
I remember you are the very same angel.
Hic-hic
You're my very own life, oh cup-bearer,
I now recall that this is our own house.
I trace my trembling fingers on your face,
It's blurry I feel but still I can see your eyes.
Now I am finished with binge drinking,
Would you not help me to the bathroom?
Here you help me take a luxurious bath,
You help me bathe and I love your touch.
Soft & kind you are just like your name,
Zealous management of my shaky body.
You say, "Again I won't help you with it,"
I reply, **"I will drink -hic- from your eyes."**
You are blushing to a brilliant purple red,
And it is all signs that you like my words.
After splashing my face with cool water,
To our bedroom you support me lovingly.
Here it is that you help me into the pillow,
Now even you come lie down beside me.
And you sing me the 'Whiskey Lullaby',
Lightly you brush soft hands on my eyes.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
O’ Cup-Bearer, reveal Thy flame,
Let not this weary soul grow tame.
No earthly drink can touch the deep,
As one true glance that makes me leap.
Through barren lands my spirit roams,
Unchained, unbound, it seeks its home.
All vows I made, all oaths I swore,
Were swept away when Love’s door tore.
Pour not from cups of earthly clay,
But let Thy gaze light up my way.
No goblet holds the wine I seek—
I drink the glance that makes me weak.
What need of wine, or earthly grace,
When Thy pure light fills all space?
O’ stream of truth! O’ starry gleam!
Engulf the world, and birth the dream.
I know the tavern, I know the door,
Where souls are lost and spirits soar.
Strike out my name, my transient breath—
And write me in the book of death.
Not death of flesh, but death of “I”—
That I may in Thy Truth arise.
Thou art the Flame, the Sea, the Sky—
The Breath where all the ages lie.
So pour, O’ Bearer, pour the light,
Let soul be drowned in Thy delight.
No glass remains, no self, no shore—
Naught but Thy gaze, forevermore.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
Before this fleeting age departs—
O’ let it blaze with joy in all my parts; let me arise anew.
Lift me toward the summit of Your grace,
O’ Cup-bearer, for Your path alone I’d give the world its due.
This wine is love’s eternal fire—O’ pour for me,
Twice fill the cup, O’ bearer of the soul’s decree:
One draught for the bloom of your rose-lit face,
The next for the Lord whose Name grants every grace.
May this poor heart, so restless in its quest,
At last be freed, fulfilled, and blessed—
To soar beyond the self, to all that is true.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC