Don’t chase the Holy Grail
that bears the scent
of divine lips
It’s the same cup
into which a traitor
dipped his unleavened bread
with the same hand
that the thirty pieces
of betrayal held
Pilgrimage isn’t trudging
a weary familiar path
For the way is etched
by the whispers of the heart
It’s not a renewal of faith
but faith in renewal
Nor a reawakening of the soul
but the soul of reawakening
Redmoon
15 November 2023
Redmoon of Bukidnon likes to describe himself as a trying hard poet.
