This is a piece of free verse poetry I wrote at the beginning of last year, and I'm wanting to add it to the mix here on RamblingPsychoses.
Here 'tis:
Broken
Vessel
I'm
a broken vessel.
Dented,
battered, and cracked.
At
times, a pile of pottery shards.
Yet
miraculously, God allows me to hold Holy Water.
If
I were a brand new vase without flaw,
I
could claim that I held Holy Water with my own strength, my own
abilities, my own perfect arrogance.
But
God has seen fit to allow a broken jar to hold Holy Water that His
perfection might be seen in my imperfection.
I
often worry about springing a leak.
God
is using me to sprinkle His Holy Water
and
spread it around.
Our
ways are not His ways. May they become so.
---Jeff
Henig: 2013
