The Sacred Grail

We must recast with new materials

This broken image marred by Time's misuse,

A form divine disfigured through the years

By stunted growth or torn by self-abuse.

I have felt the fire and transforming force,

A concrete peace descended upon me,

Yet I have held too lightly divine gifts

And blinded by desire could not see

Nor hold in stillness all the graced she poured

On this undeserving head.This entity

Obstructed by the bars of mind was barred

From silent God and his infinity.

This human form in which He cast the seed

Of a consciousness we still must realise

Shall one day recognise the gifts received

Telescoped through endless centuries.

Where once we saw of garment but a hem

In evolution's fierce and dark travail

Revealed shall be the glowing diadem,

The Dionysian cup, the sacred grail.