Holy Grail

Holy Grail (I)
 
 
 
Sunlight sifts through a window,
            glinting on an ancient golden bowl;
            delicate fingers curl around it.
 
Like a cauldron;
the planes of water
            dance there,
            revealing secrets
            to those with eyes to see,
            and ears to hear.
 
Sometimes, it is a window into heaven,
            the patterns of light
            draw the soul in,
            like a tunnel.
            The spirit dances there --
            there in the place between
            heaven and earth.
 
Sometimes, it is only a bowl --
            A bowl that holds a
            goodly portion of porridge
            and never seems empty.

I am fascinated by the medieval stories of Arthur and the search for the Holy Grail; the Grail that was a catalyst for transfiguration, transformation, transubstantiation. There are stories of the Grail that have come down to us from  Geoffrey of Monmouth, Chretien de Troyes, and Sir Thomas Malory.  And, there are others... some that wait for discovery in the ancient places like Tintagel and Glastonbury.   I have walked in some of these places... in the footsteps of Arthur and Guinevere and Merlyn and Lancelot. I have explored the ancient trails and.waited for the sea to whisper to me --- to give me the stories of the Grail that no one else knows..