Psonnets of Worship
I Am the Cup

Was there a saint who held the Holy Grail
beneath Thy wounds? My cup and spirit fill
with wonder of Thy works, and ways, and will,
and by Thy blood, I enter through the veil
to ask Thee this, and if my prayers avail,
then I will lean upon Thy breast until
Thy hands, and side, and heartbeat still
what I may ask or think of this detail.
Is it a cup, O Lord, I cannot drink?
Thy Body hath been broken. So I sup,
and if this is more than I ask or think,
I drink Thy blood, and see Thee lifted up,
and smell a smell of spikenard, not a stink,
and more than drink, because I am the cup.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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