every day
I look up with the same insatiability
that is clamoring at my feet
be my source - fill me with thy Water
unpolished and dented I turn to receive
forgive me for the days I try to hoard it
please, help me tip up over my edge
hold me while I pour out all I have on them
every day
* * * * * * * *
(And, on the flip side...)
Worse for the wear,
To say it kindly.
But, like the old watering can
Things were growing
Because she'd been there.
Written for http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
7 comments:
Very beautiful.
I have just attempted my first Magpie Tale and I really like your Magpie post.
PG
lovely write....calming thoughtful...bkm
I like the prayer very much, and the flip side too. Love Things were growing / Because she'd been there.
Very nice!
Both of your pieces are lovely ...
i do believe that is the highest calling...that we may be poured out on others...and be known for leaving life behind us...nice magpie!
Beautiful poems. I like them both very much. Poignant.
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