THE AMBER BEAD
I saw a fly within a bead
Of amber cleanly buried;
The urn was little, but the room
More rich than Cleopatra's tomb.
--Robert Herrick
A SKEPTIC AT COMMUNION
after Robert Herrick's "The Amber Bead"
I saw a fly within a dose
Of grape juice, clearly comatose;
The host was Welch's, but the sense
The mystery of immanence.
I saw him floating in the cup
As soon as I had picked it up--
And smiled: thus God prevented me
From drinking Him unworthily.
--Jessica Shaver
(Published in South Coast Poetry Journal,
January 1995)
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