Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

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.

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Richard Evans November 6, 2017 at 11:27 AM Very nice Pat. So, so aesthetic with imagery galore. One of your best in my opinion. Patricia Cresswell November 6, 2017 at 11:50 AM Thank you Richard.

John Fleming November 4, 2017 at 9:30 PM A powerful piece of poetry, Patricia; the last verse certainly makes an impact on the reader: "turning the water red with the blood of Christ". WOW! :) john Patricia Cresswell November 4, 2017 at 11:16 PM John you are so kind to read my poem and give me such a great comment. Thank you.

Agnes Krampe November 4, 2017 at 9:25 PM Great storytelling, Patricia. I enjoyed your poem. Patricia Cresswell November 4, 2017 at 11:15 PM Thank you so much Agnes and welcome to my home.

Sunlite Wanter November 4, 2017 at 6:45 PM So beautiful, Patricia. Patricia Cresswell November 4, 2017 at 8:11 PM Thank you Sunny One.

Peter Rees November 4, 2017 at 5:23 PM Let me be the first to comment. Patricia, this is magnificent.It takes us to the time, the place, the people and their feelings and beliefs.You are a true poet.Thank you for painting this picture. Patricia Cresswell November 4, 2017 at 6:02 PM Peter I have been caught up in the well and its story. It was a hard time far from our own and yet perhaps not so far just the carrots have changed. Thank you.