In Quaker meeting, sitting in silence, we wait to hear messages. For me, this messages sometimes come as poems.

For too long I wandered in despair
And walked bleeding pride, nose in air
Wounds from past, shields against the divine
Instead of drinking the holy wine
Evading God’s love

Pain I knew, and purposeful path I chose
Hiding with fig leaves wounds God alone could close
Then God moved my heart and called me to a land
Where he could reach my heart with His gentle hand
And fill an empty vessel with the wine of His love

This broken vessel imperfectly mended
With cracks retained where God intended
And wine drops out after it’s poured in
As God gifts me with His love again
Cracks let love fall like feathers from a dove.