Chalice Well
Chalice Well
blessed spot
holy well
filled with promises
for the faithful
healing of all sorts.
we come across the land
treading deep paths through
moor and meadow on highway
and byway carrying,
our sins, our sick, our dying
in carriages and carts even
on backs made strong by toil.
it is our need, the faith of desperation.
each night we set a camp
eat what is before us
and pray for a healing to be
bestowed by God’s loving hand
we pay the tolls and taxes
fight off thieves and vagabonds
buy the indulgences and holy relics
to take to the well.
the chalice was there before us
dipped by Joseph’s hand
turning the water red
with the blood of Christ.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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