The cornerstone
that held the relic
crumbled in my hand today
the sacredness
that was my sanction
caught the wind
and blew away.
All the mirrors
dulled and blackened
all the paths
were overgrown
the grail cup
I will never drink from
though my flesh
may turn to bone.
Oh poison thing
that scarred my heart-line
cut my hand
to watch it bleed
pierce my heart
and see it empty
out upon the
mustard seed.
God please grant
that I find my faith.
Come St. Michael
slay for me
all the demons
who possess me,
set my chained and
cold soul free.
How could I
cut off my right hand
How could I
let slip the curse
how could I
abandon my love
how could I
let my hope disperse?
Once the pitcher
broke in darkness-
anger gave its
way to love.
would that I
were broken pitcher,
I would trade
for it above
all the things
which shine in beauty
all the things
which float in song
all the things
that nature give us
to mend the one
whom I have wrong’d.
Michael watch him
as he is sleeping.
Trail him as he
walks the wall
For that path
He will not let me
find with him
through the pain so tall.
Bring me water
bring me fire
bring me air
bring me earth
God, I bow before creation,
and beg be once
again
of worth.
No words have I
with to end this
save those I
have writ on here.
Ever shall we
bear that fissure –
God heal me please
though it shall sear.
Stand before
the steeple mighty.
Bow my head
and tell my truth.
I am ever
at your mercy
let me warrant
some fair ruth.