In Search Of A Chalice And A Pentacle - Poem by Jim Dunlap
Proud Venus shines on a knight vainly searching
Through lonely days of rain, snow and hail -
In desolate wilderland, honor besmirching,
Sealed to the trail of a dream, and a Grail.
He knows full well that the end may be dreary,
His hopes unfulfilled, the ending uncertain,
But still he plods on, fatigued and bone-weary –
The future a mystery, a nebulous curtain.
Yet golden light glinting as day draws to close,
Beckons him onward, through trials and grief.
He yearns for a taste of the dew on the rose.
He envies his Lord’s final words to the thief.
Still he knows, though the end be in tatters,
That life is, itself, the journey that matters.
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