this cup my blood…
the nectar of…
the heartbeat of…
some thunderous dance ‘neath cover
of leaves and longing night,
drops of torrential heaven cries
falling down, pounding ground
and all around a great unfolding,
blossoming redemption regardless of
all the accusations
all recrimination
fall to your knees and drink of this cup
the only one whose wholeness calls to your own,
the only one restoring primal innocence,
washing away confusion in earth’s profusion of song
drink deep this quiet magnificence,
seep into bones our song of union…
J. Ruth Kelly 
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