It is Easter Monday, and we remain in Easter, so a bit of Hilaire Belloc (b. 1870- d. 1953) might be in order; hence, here follows two small celebratory poems by Hilaire Belloc:

Sonnet Upon God, The Wine Giver

Thought Man made wine, I think God made it, too;
God making all things, made Man made good wine.
He taught him how the little tendrils twine.
About the stakes of labor close and true.
Then next, with intimate prophetic laughter,
He taught the Man, in His own image blest,
To pluck and wagon and to–all the rest!
To tread the grape and work his vintage after.

So did God make us, making good wine makers;
So did He order us to rule the field
And now by God are we not only bakers;
But winners also sacraments to yield;
Yet most of all strong lovers, Praised be God!
Who taught us how the wine-press should be trod! 

And, in another poem Belloc wrote:

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!

May your Easter celebrations continue.

Christ is risen, Alleluia!

~SCF

~Image: Hilaire Belloc.