A Reckoning

Above and beyond

The chancel arch,

Looped and traced

Through slivered  glass,

Your  slanted hues pin me

To the cold grey stones:

Nailed upon a cross,

A prostrate shadow,

Body blooded,

Head in haloed gold,

Is the open chalice,

Thirsting to be filled.

The soul’s grey garment

Splashed with tainted silver

Comes sainted

In the pilgrim’s wounds 

Bleached beneath

The  burning sun.

Was it here that once we met

Beneath this self same chancel arch

I  walked away in selfish pride?

So now  you haul  me by another rope

To kneel in supplication,

Wounded by your side.

 Thought this would be good for a friday

JL