Emptiful Vessels
To have the hungering ear expectant of the Word that certainly will come
Earthed, Earthen Vessel cracked by the cold of Sin, within,- a piece of ‘crockery’ …
A tattered scattered spirit, splattered every which way but in.
The Word became flesh my flesh all flesh and all humanity is graced beyond its depth.
The Other is no Other to a Christ-touched heart. The Other is that rich and rare land of God’s own wonderment.
‘Go into the City, then await what God will do with you;
We all are jockeys in our ways of seeking to be loved and honoured:
The Throwaways we are, by some but not by Him.
The God-less are not.
They would be if they were not so loved,
‘Scattered’ is the word he used,- John, in his telling of the Caiaphas event:
Doors open and close: Open to what Light I can take:
Poet Priest wrestling with the mist of questions that surround the holy all of us.-
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