The Chalice Of St. Moses Poem by Wesley Dante

Here ye come oh glorious day!
Here come thee and make thy speech
To whisk thy Majesty on thy glorious wings!
Speak not thy awful words of zest and
Forgetfulness of this day!

Speak instead with the lethargic voice of reason,
and with the tongue of those who pine
for sin and for love eternal.

Tell me not of those who believe
In the tempting sorrow of the golden cattle.
Tell me instead of the beauty of the roses
That lay within the Chalice of St. Moses.