The girl with the grail: A poem 

These mortal instincts, blindsided by ideals 

The eternal mind, rushing playing fields 

And then the endless earth, gushing its histories 

lapping the feet of ancient world mysteries 

That are as old as God, who started with a word 

set time’s lyric, as fleet as a bird 

She knows this motion, this rhythm and rhyme 

The golden stairs, in her chamber that she climbs 

To the altar of truths, where sword meets seal 

And rood meets ring, justice is her deal 

God’s hand on her shoulder, the wicked can’t hold her 

Wisdom frees the cave’s entrance of the boulder 

With folded legs, and the universe in her laps 

The wheel of destiny, she solemnly taps 

For everything is she…she is the holy grail 

For her, does time spin on its tail