Oh mystery!
That the love that cannot be contained
in a million far-flung galaxies,
Should be contained in this cup,
Held against my lips?
Oh mystery!
That when I drain this cup in greediness,
Sinning as I drink;
No sooner as it is empty,
It is filled again?
Oh mystery!
Sift me like flour;
Purge me anew,
Strengthen my knees,
‘Till I drink with you.
Monday, June 20, 2005
This cup
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Interesting. I've read it three times and I'm still not sure what to think. Maybe that's why I like it.
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