WHEN THE CHALICE RISES / Poem by Maria Miraglia

 
Poem by Maria Miraglia
 
 
 
WHEN THE CHALICE RISES
 
No one knows
if the sacred narrative is
like the church fathers
tell us
Collected events
from distant a past
reported by rumors
that speak of hell and heaven
of Cain and Abel
of the Magdalen
the snake and the apple
Everything suggests
imaginary stories
for foolish and gullible people
told in an archaic language
the modernity refuses
to understand
But when on the altar
the chalice rises
bow the bystanders their heads
In a holy silence
His presence
in the echo of time

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