The cup spilleth empty!

The cup spilleth empty!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What substance lies
in a belief,
but a cup like
the Holy Grail
that cannot be filled,
and on the altar
a book on opening
that can only give hope.
It's better to have
questions that 
can be answered
than answers that
can't be questioned.
While a premonition
may come true
aligned with time
beliefs do not hold me
vaporising in thought
the cup is still empty.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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i especially like the play with answers and questions in the middle ..and the Holy Grail which truly can not be filled ... Christ's blood was spilled and His sacrifice of life on Earth was/is once for all .. for all time ;)
and i really like how you bring premonitions into play ... they have relevance says i .. in the world of questions and answers ... closing saddens this ol' soul .. your speaker is left empty .. beliefs (perhaps falsely held) evaporated .. given up .. and so there is nothing ... Marxists would would agree .. nothing but the material world .. nothing beyond death ..answers non the least ..but at least an answer ... my favorite answer .. which paradoxically is also a question is ... Why the question? ..hmmmmmmmm?? very thought provoking write for me sir .. you got me going .. best of the day to ya!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Wow thanks for a great reply Gene, a most generous reply.
I like questions answered too. I am never satisfied by the answers that come with questions on religion. My beliefs flew out the window a long time ago. My cup runs empty there. Thought provoking little write Andrew.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you Chris, I know what you mean.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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