Knight of Cups
He looks like the quintessential knight upon a quest, his helm and feet adorned with wings as Mercury, his cloak adorned with fish. He carries a chalice as of Good News, perhaps the holy grail to renew the wasteland of the Fisher-King.
How happy are the feet of those who bring good news!
The white horse is pure, majestic, graceful, and able to cross the waters.
Perhaps like the knights of the Round Table, this one knows of courtly love and sings the Song of Solomon for his beloved: "As a lily among the brambles, so is my lady among the maidens."
Perhaps he has known the search for the holy grail, what it is to set his heart on pilgrimage, to travel through the valley of tears but to make it a place of springs, to go from strength to strength and appear before God in Zion.
He may know of homecoming, a prodigal son returned, whose heart rests now in the right place.
My heart cries out, "When can I go and be with God?"
Early will I seek thee!
How happy are the feet of those who bring good news!
The white horse is pure, majestic, graceful, and able to cross the waters.
Perhaps like the knights of the Round Table, this one knows of courtly love and sings the Song of Solomon for his beloved: "As a lily among the brambles, so is my lady among the maidens."
Perhaps he has known the search for the holy grail, what it is to set his heart on pilgrimage, to travel through the valley of tears but to make it a place of springs, to go from strength to strength and appear before God in Zion.
He may know of homecoming, a prodigal son returned, whose heart rests now in the right place.
My heart cries out, "When can I go and be with God?"
Early will I seek thee!
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