where the writers are
One Cup

We kindle the fires of our passion

our image and the uniqueness of vision

we are born to reach for the heights

the freedom of flags and kites

 

We are enraptured by the likeness of our dream

like the greenness of a  plant by the stream

we are ruled by the power of love

and our shared desire to drink from the same cup

 

We raise the cup on the heights

a common sight for all eyes

we long for the cup and its glory

to write our name on the scripts of history

 

We are golden, in the likeness of our dream

our eyes long for the cup and its drink 

we hope for the strength worthy of its reward

and to taste and touch and feel our beloved