(This post follows on from Writing Saga # 7 /The Holy Grail )
The Holy Grail, (sangreal, or, sangraal) has fascinated every generation
for nearly two thousand years. It has been represented down through the ages by
a variety of diverse objects, all portraying different aspects of one truth: namely,
everlasting youth and eternal sustenance in the fearfully wonderful delight
that there is to be had within a true and living, heart relationship with God.
The Holy Grail has been symbolized as: a cauldron;
a cup; a chalice; a dish; a platter; a rock from a falling star; a crown, or a circlet, or, a severed head served on a
platter. This last, strange, and most misunderstood representation of the
Grail symbolized that it would be freedom from head knowledge which bound us,
liberty from pinned down opinionated thought which restricts us, (as in the case
of John, the Baptist) that would be the avenue to unspeakable joy and endless
spiritual delight. Of course, every part of us was accepted and loved! Nothing
of us was rejected! But here we were being informed of something greater than
we had yet known a higher state of being, greater by far than any we had
previously comprehended and which was to be cherished. This furtherest understanding
of the Grail was available to the medieval scribes, clerics and monks who wrote
of the battles and adventures of King Arthur, and his questing Knights who
sought the Holy Grail with all their hearts. Deep within the heart of all
humankind was a wondrous capacity, to witness to the inner glory of God, and,
unknowingly to respond to the ineffable beauty of the crucified bittersweet.
These are the titles of the next four ragged writings of Amethyst
Poetry:
The Star’s Still There
The Trees of the Field
What Could I write?
Deep Pools
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