That isn't proof

I eat some bread and drink some wine
over which a priest took time
to speak some magic words,
to render consecrate.
But do these ordinary things
now have a teaching voice
as someone has now claimed?
 
Well, if they do,
it’s only in my mind.
And if I hear them speak to me
how does this prove
a Jewish man’s divinity?
 
I’ve heard a lilting voice
that sounded out from trees
and towered bells in rain
that brought more than once
down to my knees,
transcendence swelling there
beyond compare.
 
But should I say that being
blessed, caressed, by things of roots
and so elated by bronzed knells
do stand as solid proof  
that trees and bells are savior gods?
I’d be a superstitious sod,
incredulous,  
to make that claim.
 
And should I say that the effect
of drinking the fermented product of the vine
is proof that grapes are things divine?
Why not?

The legends state their stamped-out
power to enthuse is caused
by Dionysus’ transformed body
and his essence living in the fruit.
So is there any reason why,
since I have known
first hand the outcome of the Dionysian pledge,
its surety,
to give me glimpses of the bliss
Olympians enjoy,
I shouldn't put my faith in them,
believe them to be true?

For within wine
there's something corporal and real
that needs none of its substance changed
into another ousia
to bring me sacramentally to god
So I proclaim that its dark accidents consumed,
and swirling in one's head,
are  much more heavenly  
and vocal than any priest blessed bread.