Altar

Altar 

I sit,

at the foot of God.

Golden Chalice,

lifted high into the air.

I walk and offer,

water to cleanse and to thin.

White cloth,

tossed from hand to hand,

fingertip to fingertip,

webbing to webbing.

I kneel down,

at the side of the altar.

The bell sings,

its song in my right hand.

The Chalice,

drops down to the blank counter.

The life,

is now held high by dying hands.

There is a rush, 

of followers, devotees.

My own hand,

glides to my side.

The bell dies.

The altar is coveted.