Thursday, April 21, 2011

I am a chalice

I am a chalice
waiting to be lifted;
waiting to be poured;
life, emerging,
seeking a way
to be born in you;
sparkling liquid jewels
to ornament your soul's breast;
Drink --
and light like stars
will dance in your eyes,
sending out
a steady beam of love.

1 comment:

Maureen said...


You might want to consider sending in a few of your images and poems to In Touch Magazine ( Glynn had a feature about it at TweetSpeak yesterday.