The Silverchalice of love
brims over and a drop
tinkles over the brim to shudder
a tinkling bell of hope on
the tabletop of my life.
The Cup is my Lord
- the chalice is love -
- and the movement of the drop is
our love together -
for all centuries
for all time.
The body will die
crumble to ashes and dust
The voice will go and
melt into silence
The gifts, the talents
will no longer earthly endure
But our spirits, Lord
will dance for ever and ever
No death can touch us
No bitterness twist us
No hatred distort us
No lies part us.
You are mine
and I am yours.
How to explain this wondrous love
How to explain this mightyburst of bliss
that flows between us?
No words are needed to express it, says the Lord.
Just be.
Just feel.
Just trust.
Just love.
Just be faithful.
Just unite.
And the drop gathers momentum, and
falling over the edge of the tabletop
dies in a splash of shattering on the floor
And lies shimmering with thousands of crystalrainbowprisms
shining with new life
in the beauty and love of
The Mighty Son
Catherine Nicolette Whittle
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