IT IS I

IT IS I

Do you not see The Chalice

Formed of the suffering of all humanity

Formed of humiliation - of dejection - of grief

Of rejection - of injustice - of desperation

Formed of sadness - of loneliness

Of hunger - of thirst

Of alienation - of poverty?

Do you not see that that which it holds

That Blood-Red Wine

Is ALL-CREATIVE LOVE?

Can you sip of the cup

Of My cup

Of My Love

And, yet, pass by the stranger who has stumbled in the street?

Can you taste of the cup

Of My cup

Of My Love

And continue to despise - to reject

To look the other way?

Can you take to your lips the cup

And drink thereof

Of My Love

And not hold out a hand to the one in need?

Can you drink thereof

Of My cup

Of My Love

And ignore the cry of the hungry - of the poor

Of those who grieve?

Can you drink of Me

And still reject those who are different

The wanderer - the mentally disturbed

The lonely - the sad?

Can you drink of Me

And still not know the pain of Me

As I suffer with all who suffer

As I groan with groaning Creation?

It is I - whom you reject!

It is I - whom you pass by!

I - whose Love you drink

But -

that Love is wasted!
©

JAP

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