I came to You carrying a bowl:
white clay set with tourmaline
and green beryl like the sea
precious
simple
sacred.
A silvery glaze you poured
over cracks in the clay--
mistakes I have made
perfecting
illuminating
scars.
Swirling in this vessel,
as I stumble toward your hall,
is a liquid dark, seething:
fire and ink
filth and steaming sludge
and something
slithers
just below the surface
living pollution eking out its existence in a putrid potion.
I can hardly lift it anymore.
with weakening arms I collapse,
but strive to hold the basin yet
my hands crushed beneath its weight.
With a shattered voice I call to You
You
who crafted the bowl:
Mercy! mercy...
Desperate for rescue
before the evil lurking within
drags itself out to consume.
*What You made
I poisoned,
And what in life You gave
I filled with death.
Empty the vessel
and unmake the beast.
Renew and restore,
Maker of All.*
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
I came to You carrying a bowl:
white clay set with tourmaline
and green beryl like the sea
precious
simple
sacred.
A silvery glaze you poured
over cracks in the clay--
mistakes I have made
perfecting
illuminating
scars.
Swirling in this vessel,
as I stumble toward your hall,
is a liquid dark, seething:
fire and ink
filth and steaming sludge
and something
slithers
just below the surface
living pollution eking out its existence in a putrid potion.
I can hardly lift it anymore.
with weakening arms I collapse,
but strive to hold the basin yet
my hands crushed beneath its weight.
With a shattered voice I call to You
You
who crafted the bowl:
Mercy! mercy...
Desperate for rescue
before the evil lurking within
drags itself out to consume.
*What You made
I poisoned,
And what in life You gave
I filled with death.
Empty the vessel
and unmake the beast.
Renew and restore,
Maker of All.*
