I am the sacred vessel, crafted in gold, crusted in jewels,
Fashioned by Man to hold the Love of the Son of Man.
Of course, I can hold but a few drops.
But that is more than enough to sustain All.
I am stunning beauty in Glory and Gold.
But that is not what makes me sacred.
It is the pure desire for love that makes me shine.
Men fashioned a prayer in me.
I am heavy, it is true.
But it is not my substance, but my essential emptiness that Serves.
I receive.
I hold.
I contain.
I bring God's pure love to Man's lips.
I am never over-full, but I am overflowing.
I too am the Life and the Blessing and the End and the New Beginning.
I too am priceless.
For how can you buy what is freely given.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem