The cup of the holy blood
Sought after it was
By great men
Made of gold
Guarded by holy ones
To find it would be joyous
But the Holy Grail
Holder of the royal blood
Was not a cup
It was the body
The flesh
Of the one
Filled with the blood
Of Christ
"ex nihilo nihil fit"
In 35 years I've written more poems than I could ever count. Here are some of them, welcome to my poetry blog.
(Montparnasse cemetery Angel photo courtesy of Jeremy Clifft)
