“Spanish Chalice dated 1640 found here.”
~ Historical marker along lower Padden Creek, Fairhaven District
I have no doubt that it was beautiful
for its day: precious metal molten metal
fired, molded, shaped in fires of purity,
faith, & zeal. Turned & hammered at forge,
turned & beaten, turned lovingly & expertly
by a craftsman in his foundry. Engraved
finally with a date of great significance.
I picture it silvered & though flawed, even
more beautiful for its irregularities.
Borne great distances as if it were love
itself, its bearer likely an important man
in a party of soldiers accompanied
by a priest with a great cross to bear.
Its bearer & the others killed or driven
away in a legendary battle. Its gleam isn’t
important; the gleam & glint in the men’s
eyes, their hungers & their thirsts, & what
they searched for & found is what’s relevant.
Now a curiosity useless & finally discarded
by people known as crafters of earthenware
& as weavers of fine cedar bark baskets.
Found—rediscovered—by a farmer working
land near newly-renamed Padden Creek.
Where was it taken? What happened to it?
Don’t wonder or speculate over the tale.
We are looking in the wrong places.
For chalice look no further
look here, in your heart
your heart is a chalice
it is not wealth
we mine or extract
it is wealth
we build & craft
craftsmanship is a chalice
There is treasure here
longing is a chalice
the realization of longing is a chalice
Treasure is not what we expect or search for
it is what we feel
Life unpinned is a chalice
your life unpinned is a chalice
Lives informed by our hearts are chalices
your life informed by your heart is a chalice
Andrew Shattuck McBride
September 28, 2012
PaPoWriMo ~ 2012 *Day Five Poem*
[slight rework, September 30, 2012]