A mutual sobriety

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.
 
Sometimes, it’s hard to keep my chin up
under the rain of Your blows.
 
We have to stop meeting like this –
a few hours of carousing and I’m despondent for weeks.
 
Last night, I found a bit of clarity
at the bottom of my cup –
 
I can’t 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.