My crystal goblet

Chipped and cracked

No spit or polish can bring it back

It cracked and broke

Years ago

I love my precious goblet so

It held such warmth, such peace and contentment

Now it has turned to bitter resentment

The toxic bile that tarnished my cup

Has made me bitter and I’ve given up

But carrying cracked crystal cups

Can’t conceivably offer anything but cuts

Cuts that cut straight to the quick

Leave me whining and bitching in my own shit

Yet in the midst of my fits

I find the divine

A collector of cups, yours and mine

A collector of cups and caps and

Baggage and woes

One who ditches holy men

For drunks and hoes

Lets you fall in the gutter

Then lifts you up

Tells you to throw the god-damn cup

Takes it and gives it whenever you please

And knows you’ll be back, always on your knees

Wants nothing from you but love and grace

Fill up that cup and throw it in his face!

But my cracked crystal goblet is now filled with love

I’ve traded in wine glasses for coffee mugs.

~~Posted by Nic grateful son of Ric.  Thanks to you Dad for all your support and encouraging me to write no matter what.~~