Abstract

Wine is realized as both sacred and profane in spiritual awareness, especially in its ability to intoxicate in both dimensions. In prayer, the profane is always reaching out to the sacred. Knowing the profane, sometimes to our discouragement, we yearn for the sacred, even to accepting the slight coloring on the tongue that splits the grape without crushing it, allowing the taste a freshness allied with prayer's ability to reintoxicate the soul, after life has come to feel stale and habitual in its pursuits.