The Chalice
The cup was taken from me.
Swirling in the chalice as I was lost in its depths
Around and around it shimmered
From a torrential scarlet to a transparent light
As I inched closer to marvel at the intriguing wonder
I was thrown spellbound, into the current of the wine.
I stood riveted as fear frosted over every shadow of my soul
I looked up and sought to see the face of the one who had taken it.
The glory embodying the entirety of His very presence, was too much.
I covered my head and closed my eyes. I could not see,
But He had taken the very thing I had chosen,
That chalice of the Almighty's wrath, by my own freewill
I had to look; I had to see for myself,
The face of the one who had taken it away.
A gentle touch rested lightly on my head
"Look, dear child and believe." As I raised my eyes once more,
Before me were nail-scarred hands.
My eyes traveled up, up
To behold the wondrous face of the Lamb of God.