Empty Chalice

An empty chalice
An empty mind
Both waiting to be filled
Once full waiting to be emptied
With what shall you fill your mind?
A rich drink of love?
Warm and thick
Filling to the brim
Slowly drunk only to fill again
The cold strength of intellect?
Fulfilling yet empty
Cold and harsh on the tongue
Leaving rim of frost
The poison of malice?
Steaming and vile
Filled with bile
Of events best forgotten
Whichever you choose
Fill it well and drink
Lest it simply collects dust
Empty