Lukewarm water
I once owned a tea set
of great delicacy and
beauty.
Over the years, it became
chipped,
stained, cracked and
broken …
and there were episodes
of destructive rage,
so that when You turned
up at my door,
asked if You might
trouble me
for a spot of tea,
all I had to offer,
in my extreme poverty,
was lukewarm water served
in the cup of my palms.
You accepted my gift and
I became Your slave.
O child of God, lament
not your recklessness and ignorance.
Had you been prepared,
His lips might never
have touched your fingertips.
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