The Holy Grail

His task was nearing completion,
His job of the Divine Creation.
It was the time for the ultimate one,
The one, that is the eternal Best,
The one, to humble the rest.
The one to breath in meaning,
To the whole process of being.
He took a rib off Adam,
To remind she is always his part.
He took the best of fruits
And gave her flesh.
He gathered the finest tendrils
And wove her nerves.
He collected pristine water
And poured in, her blood.
He collected the softest flowers
And made her skin.
He took chunks off moon,
To make her radiant face.
He took some black from the sky,
To make her kind eyes.
And sprinkled a few stars
To give that twinkle.
Then he gave her something,
That he had given none.
He gave her the seeds of Affection and Love.
He made her a Mother to care for you.
He made her a Sister to rejoice with you.
He made her a Friend to guide you.
He made her a Wife to accompany you.
He made her a Daughter for yourself to realize you.
She carries the seed of Mankind,
The Light of the world dark and blind.
She isn’t mere doll of pleasure,
She is the Divine Treasure.
To realize, we always fail,
That every woman is a Holy Grail…