Chalice

I longed to be the chalice from whence you'd sip soft and steeped love spilling onto and staining your dry lips to thirst no longer, and never more... A nectar, overflowing and beyond all milk and honey A new and ever pleasing potion filling you O! Entirely! And from this chalice a warmth of understanding the lightness of forgiveness A divine elixir of poured truth and most tender hearted holding Within your hands of prayer, this chalice, golden, All of me, yours... Needing only your touch to keep it filled and fruitful Raise to your mouth and drink of me Drink me in... the whole of me This chalice born of timeless love That you will, again, be mine refreshed in spirit Salvaged by the dewdrops clinging to my kiss Saved by self worth and the wine of time and trust