Each morning I gaze into
my cup with the chip on the rim,
and begin my morning ritual,
filling it with fragrant liquid
and imbibing it's warming elixir.
Marred by accident,
my lacerated heart resembles
this chipped cup, functional,
but with piece missing.
Imperfect, lacking strength,
I turn to God to fill me
with what I need this day.
I am willing to be useful.
I am willing to tap God's grace.
And so it goes, I become
whole only when I offer
my emptiness to God.
Cup cradled in warm hands,
I open to quiet hope
intertwined with it's rising steam.
I am ready to accept this healing potion.
I am ready to meet the day.
~Tami Vrbas~ 2006
published in Summer '07 Inspirit Journal
Picture of our Vacay!
12 years ago
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