Visions of St. Bernard

The medieval monks cast down their swords
burning in chastity for the banquet.

Consummation, convivio, love without limit -
The whole earth is a grail for Your grace.
You drain earth's sin out,
drink to the last drop.

Spearthrust my soul, burst of blood -
carve out a cleft in Thy torn side,
compunction calls to soul's reunion.
As all rivers flow to one sea,
you have me.

[originally written in 2005?; revised multiple times since]