Wine That Burns the Fool

I sipped the cup of heaven’s light,

And thought, “I’ve conquered endless night!”

The wine sang loud — “You are the king!”

And pride began its deadly sting.

I stumbled drunk on holy flame,

And whispered prayers that fed my name,

While truth stood silent at the gate,

And let me drown in self-made fate.

For this is wine that blinds the soul,

It crowns the half, but kills the whole.

It makes you think you’ve reached the peak,

While faith grows faint and will grows weak.

Oh, how I begged for more delight,

Till darkness stripped away my sight,

And in that void, the sober pain—

I learned what “Torah” means again.

It isn’t joy that fills the glass,

But tears that help the poison pass.

And when the heart to dust is torn,

The real wine flows — the soul reborn.

So drink, my friend, but drink with fear,

Let love be clear, and self disappear.

For only he who’s crushed and true,

Can taste the Light the drunk once knew.