My Cup Runneth Over
by Thandi

The Grail
runneth over
before our eyes
onto our blistered souls

If not for blindness
we would not thirst
nor fear the greatness
in our hands

We would recognize
the head of God
bent down to soothe
our weary feet

We would view
the puddles on our laps
as more than circumstance

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