A poem by Maria Miraglia- Italia

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 rumours
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
in reverent silence
bow the bystanders their heads

@ Maria Miraglia