a snippet to make hearts beat

here's an excerpt from a poem by Gary Fincke called The Sorrows

"In the pantry,
Among pickled beets and stewed tomatoes, were dark, honeyed liquids,
The vinegar and molasses sipped from tablespoons for sorrows
So regular they spoke of them as laundry to be smoothed by the great iron
Of faith which sets creases worthy of paradise."


my oh my I think I've died. those lines, to quote a fair lady, makes me knees weak