Father,
here I kneel.
at this small table with this empty cup.
If you fill it
I will drink it–
whatever it is that You put in there.
If you do not fill it
then I will still bring it to my lips
and I will breathe the cool air instead.
I’m metred enough, I’m lyrical enough, and darn it, people alliterate me.
Father,
here I kneel.
at this small table with this empty cup.
If you fill it
I will drink it–
whatever it is that You put in there.
If you do not fill it
then I will still bring it to my lips
and I will breathe the cool air instead.