Those who should be bearers of grace <br />cannot remember the path to the sacred mountain. <br />In their dreams they see only leering skulls. <br />Childish lovers flaunt their seductions <br />before a broken temple; a simple wound <br />strikes terror in an aged healer; <br />sons abandon saving hopes <br />their parents conceived; a beautiful woman <br />distrusts her mirror... <br /> <br />What is needed cannot be promised <br />by a god who doubts his power. <br />What is needed must be offered <br />by a priest who yearns for godhead. <br />What is needed will be achieved <br />by a believer who waits for centuries... <br />A warrior, wandering in the exhausted forest, <br />drops his sword, kneels and prays by a lake. <br />Oh, the stillness of this Friday morning!<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montsalvat-after-richard-wagner-s-parsifal/
