Good Sabbath Evening!

Restful hours invite us to come apart – from a week that perhaps has left us
feeling empty and charred from the suffering in this world – in need of remaking and renewing – fashioning us into new vessels . . .

We are earthen vessels, chards of broken clay
lying upon the earth for all to see
Fractured minds, injured souls, enclosed
in an earthen vessel filled with holes
coffers of treasures not of silver and gold
hold those chosen to unfold the mysteries
of sufferings of this earth’s souls!

My poem ‘Earthen Vessels’ was inspired
by the verse . . . “We have this treasure in
earthen vessels . . . that the power may be
of God and not of us”
2 Corinthians 4:7