Lessons from an Inanimate Object

 

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 contain the warm, rich aroma of coffee–
my morning ritual; 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
calling; 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.