eternally searching, at times finding...


The Quest


They're searching for
the Holy Grail
they are digging in
Lebanon, England and Spain

Others are hunting
some Holy Ground
they are going to
places now all over Tellus

Myself, I have found me
The Holy Owl

Minerva is sitting
not far from my chest
her feathers red golden
her eyes are like mine

sparkling from jade green...





Poetry by Caprice
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Written on 2009-04-26 at 17:54

Tags Quest  Grail  Minerva 

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Peter Humphreys
The Holy Grail has always fascinated me and its myth/belief has been used as an excuse for many noble/ignoble things. In fact, the actual earthen beaker may well have been broken when washing the dishes after the Last Supper. Yet people perenially seek without, answers that lie within. As you can see I really liked your poem. Thank you.
2009-05-23