Wisps of dust and churns of wind
echos of sound and prattle of speech
imprinted with Your fingerprint.
Feeble spirit and coward heart
joyless touch of loveless breaths
gripped within Your hand of completeness.
Vessel that resounds emptiness
and drinks in the fruit of voidness
used by Your hand to acquire Your glory.
Blessed be the name of the Lord this day.
sarah jones
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2 comments:
Very nice Sarah.
Thanks, Beth!
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