by Cheryl, Gulf Coast Poet

Quest for the Holy Grail

Painting of Jesus and his disciples at the Last Supper from a mural by Leonardo DaVinci. Photo from Pixabay.
Holy communion bread and wine. Photo by James Coleman. The holy grail is the communion cup used during the last supper. Many adventurers have searched for this holy relic, but it has never been found.

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” Alexander Pope

Some adventurers engage in one one risky venture after the other, unprepared, trusting in luck, giving up too soon.

Quest for the Holy Grail

Upon our worthy quest, the fates will smile.

We venture forth in faith and confidence.

Our fervent zeal inspires each lonely mile,

and hearts sing gratitude to providence.

With compass and a map, we chart our course.

At night we have the stars to guide us there.

We endure for better or for worse,

through rough terrain and weather foul or fair.

We tire of questing for the holy grail.

Our hopes are dead, our dreams all turned to dust.

This foolish enterprise is doomed to fail.

We doubt the grail exists…In gold we trust!

Now seeking pirate wealth from days of old,

we’ll share with God our glory and our gold!

Photo by Tim C. Gundert from Pixabay.

Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

Shakespearean Sonnet Written for D’Verse https://dversepoets.com

53 Comments

  1. I think there is an adventurer in us all Cheryl … the dawn everyday challenges us to venture out into the light of the new day ahead … and so the cycle of life goes on and on … yes life is one big adventure Cheryl, full of mountains and dales, with many rough oceans to cross and serene lakes to drift upon .. I wrote a poem about the Holy Grail .. probably a few ..

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  2. Sorry for You

    Sorry I was not always there for you
    I am sorry for your life of misery
    I am so sorry, for writing this unhappy story

    I could not find your holy grail
    That sacred cup of water to cure the frail

    Sorry I could not help or heal you
    I am sorry for your life being wrong
    I am so sorry, for playing this wordless song

    I could not find your holy grail
    That sacred cup of wine to cure the frail

    Sorry I did not travel every path for you
    I am sorry for your life’s that is lost
    I am so sorry, for holding this worthless cross

    I could not find your golden grail
    That sacred cup of blood to cure the frail

    Sorry I could not be stronger for you
    I am sorry, for your world that could not be
    I am deeply sorry, for walking on an empty sea

    I could not find your silver grail
    The angel’s vessel of purity, to no avail…

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  7. An excellent sonnet, Cheryl, which really tells a story. So lovely to see you here at dVerse 🙂
    I especially love the line ‘and hearts sing gratitude to providence,’ it’s so resonant! And I love the colours in the Da Vinci painting ❤️

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    1. Ingrid, thank you so much for your kind and beautiful response. I am pleased that you liked that line. Maybe you, too, grew up with that iconic painting. There used to be a little publication my parents subscribed to called “The Upper Room” which paired classic religious art with daily meditations. I always read it, because I read everything in sight, including the cereal boxes at breakfast!

      Wishing you a lovely day! ❤

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      1. How wonderful to grow up surrounded by such inspiration! We did visit a lot of art galleries when I was a child, then I was lucky enough to see the Sistine Chapel as a student ❤️

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    2. Ingrid, it’s wonderful that you got such opportunities as a child. I grew up in small towns in the mountains, but, In my mid-thirties, I moved to DC where I lived for seven years. We spent many happy hours at the Smithsonian museums. We also did quite a lot of travel then and visited the Louvre and museums in London and Morroco. I got to visit the Sistine Chapel when the ceiling was being cleaned. It was awesome to see how bright the original colors really are!

      Ingrid, I have learned so much from you. I want you to know that I appreciate all you do to educate and support your fellow bloggers. ❤ All the best!

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  11. This beautiful poem resonated with me in a personal way, reminding me of my childhood .. the framed oval painting of “The Last Supper” in my grandparent’s large dining room ~ taking center stage in my little girl mind.

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    1. Thank you, David, for your thoughtful response. That is not what I had in mind, but it is a very plausible interpretation, and I agree that there is much commercialization in religion. I am not so sure that all business ventures of religious organizations should be tax-free, for example. I am glad you found the poem thought-provoking. ❤

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