I don’t believe it; you gotta come see
A sight that appeared just now, so heavenly
I just can’t believe it. I don’t trust my eyes
What summoned such wonders unpasteurized?

The rich butterfat, the creamy white flow
The face of the prophet, the sodium low
And all fresh and ready, for it’s the Lord’s will
That you savor the Savior when you drink your fill

Not 1 percent, 2 percent, but all of the fluid
Ensuring transcendence while remaining lucid
It’s just something else; it’s almost divine
As if it were milk changèd into, not wine

In all my days farming I’d never have guessed
By visual visitation my pail would be blessed
So imbibe the warm liquid, as smooth now as silk
For He is the Word, and the Word is Milk.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2013. Title donated by Chris P.

This entry was posted on September 16, 2013 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Poem-a-day 2013