My haughty spirit
arrived,
In a long hall, All
white;
Blinding self and
wiping the smirk
Long etched in the granite heart of mine
Infront of me was a
king-
For he was enthroned,
with an endless entourage
with an endless entourage
Yet I doubted.
For my eyes could not
behold
That from which the
hosts hid their visage.
this king, was naked
this king, was naked
And his crown
uncomf’table
it dug into his scalp and shed red rays.
Yet his serene
countenance sought
To comfort me for his
pain.
His regal gait was
unaffected
By the fresh wounds
that bled
And dropped stains on
the snow-white floor,
I watched it meander
to form branches
Exending farther
than my sight.
I was broken.
His eyes were a pool
of fresh life
When our gaze met.
Yet his hosts could not lift theirs
His trembling hands
handed me
A chalice of the
purest gold
stained by his sticky
prints of blood
His fingers too
bruised and crooked
To have a firm grip.
I took it
mechanically for I’d become
A lump of shivers.
He spoke in a resounding voice
from the beginning of time
from the beginning of time
“I saved it for you,
For the health of
your body,
Even your spirit and
soul.
Make it count.”
With trembling hands
I pass on
The chalice with the
savior’s blood
That the next person
might be saved.
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