Skyward Cup

Written by Ben Walsh

I raise my chalice
T'ward the heavens
Trembling and unsure
Deep within my soul
I know the rain is ever pure

Whether sweet or bitter
The sup will still descend
Mending tears with its repairs
I fail to comprehend

These eyes can see a sliver
of the river as it winds
Oft' confusing views
to be an image unconfined

So I swirl about inside
that rowboat of the mind
Loosing grip on oars to lift
my chalice t'ward the skies