right now
I am more
aware of
cracks and chips
in the
the clay
of my
being
than i am
of the treasure
of your promise
.
will you
fill me again?
will you
cover my
brokenness
with your
glory?
.
will you pour
your life
into the dry and
empty centre
of my soul?
.
i need you
more than air,
more than water,
more than
the ground
beneath my feet…
.
i long to
be a vessel
of grace
in your hands (again)…
.
blow spirit wind
sweep through me,
flow spirit water
refresh me,
pour in spirit oil
anoint me
.
but as you renew me
leave me your gift
of cracks and chips
to remind me
who i am…
.
