Lessons from an Inanimate Object
Someone formed you with their own two hands,
fashioned your shape on the spinning
wheel. You were made with purpose, vision,
care; sprinkled with dots for the pleasure
of touch and sight. Now I hold you, as you
warm the palms of my hands, as you delight
my nose with the rich aroma you contain;
you are made to nourish, offering over
and over again gifts of feeling, tasting, seeing.
You can do nothing but be yourself: a cup
of blessing–and yet–not once have I stopped
to thank you for being exactly who you are,
teaching me this morning about identity and
vocation; called to receive the gift of form in
which I was fashioned–to be a vessel
of beauty and blessing:
open to receive, free to give.
This is my nature–and yours also.
So many shapes, colors, textures, yet one calling–
to be precisely who we are, blessed to be a blessing.
Made reverently to offer reverence to one another.