A mutual sobriety
Ages ago I was stone. You began
shaping me into a human being.
With that same great chisel and hammer,
I’m now being reduced to dust.
O Lord, it’s hard sometimes, to keep my chin up
under the rain of Your blows.
We have to stop meeting like this!
A few hours of carousing –
I’m hung-over, despondent for weeks.
This morning, I found
bits of clarity at the bottom of my cup –
I have no right to desire,
nor should I expect to stumble through
every hour, drunk on Your bliss.
We have work to do
that demands a mutual sobriety.
You, the sculptor with Your careful dismantling;
me, the stone – holding steady.
O child of God, the Beloved serves His wine
for medicinal purposes only.
His hammer blows chisel away the false.
(from A Jewel in the Dust)