With tear-filled eyes, a dying father passed these words on to his son… then peacefully closed his eyes and surrendered his Spirit.
His wife had died while giving birth and so he raised his son alone. He had been a good father and a generous man, however, because of a physical handicap, had lived a difficult life and was never able to give his son all of the things he had hoped to.
Years went by and the son tried to make his mark on the World, but every time he would advance himself to a position of status, his father’s words would come back to him… and he would remember how his father had to struggle in a World that would not accept him as a whole being.
It was not a quick decision; more of a gentle pulling that caused him to leave Society and got him started on his Journey… in search of the Wine that his father had spoken of. He believed that if he could only find this Wine he could use the knowledge he would gain to heal the wounds of the World and to make it a better place for all of mankind.
His travels took him near and far, to places unknown to most. From finest crystal, he sipped the wines of Kings and Rulers but there were none that could give him the knowledge that he sought. And when at last, his fortune spent, he returned from whence he came, and sipped the wine of paupers, yet no knowledge did he gain, that would help him change the cruelty that he saw.
He spent his final years caring for abandoned and orphaned children in the house where he was born. And when at last he could journey no further he prepared himself to die. Tears came to his eyes as he remembered his father and the hardships he had suffered. He had hoped that in his lifetime he could repay his father’s love by finding the Wine he had spoken of, but now his journey too was over… and he had failed.
As the children gathered around his bed, he gazed into their tear-filled eyes and realized that he had failed them as well, for now he had nothing left to give them and they would return to being alone. Tears of Compassion began rolling down his frail bony cheeks and then upon his dry cracked lips. With parched tongue, he licked them away and in doing so, felt his body relax… and then a peacefulness he had never known before in his life, took over his entire being… for he realized that his tears had somehow lost their brine and at last, he could taste the Wine.
“There is a Wine that flows, From the Vineyards of the Lord, Its sweetness aged in jars of clay, It’s price none can afford. And wise men say that he who taste, It’s sweetness on his tongue, Will understand the Mind of God, And evil overcome.” Wayne Dale Matthysse 10 April, 2008