the chalice

Others have seduced vs. caressed
talked rather than listened
glared in curiosity instead of gleaming star beems from their eyes like he does
I have this constant feeling of being filled up, my cup now runeth over
then there is the quiet silence of his heart
for even those moments sound like a melody playing on his heart strings
linking vibrations of love like a cloths line between two new york city buildings
the garments that dangle are some cute boxers, splattered lime green hearts
with one big red one on the left, knee socks with the toes in them, rainbow colored of course, blowing back and forth is the sheets waving markings sanskrit reminding them of a greater union, the wife beater with little Kate's face blowing a kiss from grandmas house
swoops the hawk
if you could see as I see
God is everywhere
from the dark of the night, in the middle of a storm, tossing about the lost pirate ship
to the echoes of the children's laughter, on a field trip to the city garden
living in the heart of a murderer who only wants mothers love again
to the kittens purr after a long meal with brothers
resting on a black widows leg and hanging from the petals now blowing in the wind

cozy up and find God whenever and wherever you can
the table has been set and we have been invited to the eternal feast of love
as we raise our glasses we toast to the promise
the promise that we are a chip off the ol' block
we are always welcome home
there will always be enough to share
the sun will always rise
love is our birth right
we can never die...
k
may 2008