Grace Got Confused

One maddening drop, then another.

You pour wine like that for us now.

Remember when you poured full light,

all at once, a whole day?

You put your finger on your lips wanting quiet, but those drops you drip keep talking.

Those old days you poured according to merit.

Then grace got confused,

and you poured everybody some. 

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Rumi, The Big Red Book Coleman Barks