Our Reach To Heaven

rings true to our humanity

through symbols tangible

to the mind and to the eye;

the deeper the history,

the more compelling the concept,

the stronger its grip.

The chalice bearing

the spirit of God

does so in the wine,

the blood of the Son;

simple as a drink,

yet bearing a provenance

beyond understanding,

the full flower of sacrifice

partially accepted,

partially understood,

even as fully revealed,

not because of some oblivion,

under the full light of heaven,

to which we are tending,

but because our lives

and understanding are finite,

as is the chalice, and each drop

that we may drink from it,

in our best moments, joyous and grateful,

and at other times,

still within the history of the gift

and its meaning,

ringing true

to the most distant hearer

of the bells of joyful revelation,

and the dreams of his children,

and generations, by the grace of God,

yet to be born.