Reverberations

Holy One,

I sit here

In my emptiness.

Hollowed out,

And left

A fragile shell.

It would be easy

To fill myself

With busyness

And inconsequential things,

But an empty bowl

Rings true

With a deeper resonance,

A purer tone.

Would You come

Sing in me?

Let this emptiness

Be filled again

With Your echoes.

Make me reverberate

And shudder

With Your holy love.

Thrum through my being

And set me dancing

To Your song.

bowl

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