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)