Human clot
Human clot
I offered my begging
bowl.
You filled it with
wine.
I remain poor, but
no longer care,
drunk on the
richness of Your wine.
Deep in my bowl, for
the first time –
a glimmer of hope.
This intoxication is
the gateway to a vineyard
where the Spirit
soars, the human clot left in the dust.
I know to Whom this
vineyard belongs!
I will sing
drunkenly under the heavens
His holy name, near its
narrow gate,
until He appears to
lead me inside.
O child of God,
abandon yourself in this beggar’s bowl
to one day wander
His holy vineyard.
(from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)
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