November 4, 2004
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The Chalice and the Blood
The chalice sits
Its contents full
The blood of Christ
Is black within
It speaks to me
Of forgiven sin
From deep inside
The fortress doors
And heavy stone
Glass as stained
As the life it hides
From the house of God
It calls to me
Says take my terms
And be like me
Heed these words
I preach to thee
Now on your knees
It’s pray or die
And never forget
Its time to tithe
Accept my love
Conditionally
Drink from my cup
Given for thee
Confirmed by our
Conformity
The body lies
In the roadside dust
Blood pooled and dried
Blackened or rust
It speaks to me
Of forgiven sin
Of torture and demise
Undeserved
Unmerciful
An act stained
With a preachers lies
From a house of God
The message came
This one is different
That one in not the same
Heed these words
I preach to thee
Heathens and pagans
The devils lot
Inhuman in His eyes
Purify and sanctify
Accept my love
Conditionally
Drink form my cup
Given for thee
Burn all those not blessed
By our conformity
Comments (2)
OMG…I love this…this is what I need this day
for me the last couple days have been utter torture…but my migrane has all but left and I can sit and read once more.
It does not strike me as morbid…but as hope
coming from confusion
Dorothea
I really need to think on this one. It’s like my “Cup” poem in that I get so many things out of it that I’m not sure what the coherent message is. That is not a criticism, it means it reaches me on many different levels and to me, that’s what makes a poem exciting. It makes me want to read it over a few times and see how it makes me feel each time……sometimes I get a positive message from this piece and other times it’s kind of disturbing because I sense it’s really about everything I disdain about organized religion such as the promise of redemption if I follow their rituals.
So, I’m curious, what’s your intended message?