By Lawrence Hall
Word Count: 111
Rating: G
Summary: A poem about resisting Temptation
That wicked liar offers us a poisoned cup
In whose sheeny surface we see ourselves
Reflected in his cold imaginings
And not our own, in what we ought to be
There is another Cup for us, not this one
Just as there is a stone that must be moved
A bird of night to be repudiated
A thorny bush that burns, but not itself
A blessing breaks that false and bitter cup –
We share the one that God has lifted up
1 In English, let not the dragon be my guide; it appears on the medal of Saint Benedict as NDSMD