Chalice Poem by Susan Lacovara

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