Wine, I Love You

I sip, I think, I melt, I sigh, let the tension run away

Thomas Plummer
Blue Insights
Published in
1 min readJun 11, 2024


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A week of a thousand days. Eating
stress like a junkyard dog sprawled
in the dirt chewing on a smelly boot.
Four o’clock arrives, I am blessed
by the redemptive powers of wine.

Wine is God speaking to us. One glass,
a soothing balm, one sniff, proof Heaven
is a vineyard, light dancing on my
glass, divine intervention, the face
of God in the swirling reds.

I sip, I think, I melt, I sigh. Pain
around my eyes fades, strain
in my voice eases. Two glasses…
I am giggly, and maybe see my
wife’s come-hither smile as she
peeks over her book.

Wine, a celebration of long dead kings,
a touch of the divine power of ancient
Romans. Hidden, stained casks, midnight
smiles of monks sipping and praying
the night away. Even Jesus raised a glass
of thanks at dinner with a few friends.

Wine the healer, why I drop to a knee
and bow, acknowledging the humble
clerk at the wine shop, my source
of earthly salvation.

My glass in hand a tribute.
The full bottle a sign,
a celebration of the bounty
of a God who loves me.



Thomas Plummer
Blue Insights

A simple life dedicated to leaving the world a little better than I found it. Long career in the business of fitness, writer of books, speaker, personal coach.