Dear Nathan,
I wrote Lament of a Tarnished Vessel a few weeks ago in trepidation regarding the upcoming video shoot for your book promotion Now I Can Think Myself to Mars. I know your book is already out there but I am still nervous about the marketing of it. Hope you enjoy the poem.
Love, Mom
LAMENT OF A TARNISHED VESSEL
Gace Hournbuckle Walker
GET READY
Hearing frantic disgorging of cupboards
Dispersing flour, oil, salt across counters
Gathering of vessels by experienced hands
Chopping, baking, roasting in advance of greatness
Oh, how I hope it all continues to flow
In purposeful intent without me
Love and perfection swirling around
Leaving me untouched
Cringing into the darkness of the butler pantry
Purposeful steps advancing as I knew they would
For I know the commotion of preparation
A feast, an anticipation of celebration
GET READY!
I glance forward as sudden illumination
Beyond the opening door
Strikes the choicest ones
On the most prominent shelf
Gleaming in favor, polished in love
Experienced in service
Tea Set straightens in expectation
I shrink within myself for tarnish is upon me
Praying for the closing of the door
Leaving me in obscurity
Fearing the disappointment of the master
The ridiculing of the others
GET READY!
Then… a strong voice of Love
“Where is it? My Father gave it me
For just this purpose, no other will do
Quick, bring it out into the light!”
“Oh, just see the detail
forged into this vessel by my Father
He made it with his own hands
In perfection!”
Me? You want me?
But, I have been unable to remove the tarnish
Please don’t bring me out of my darkness
For unworthiness overwhelms me
Again, the Master’s voice, “I must have it!
My Father created it in love for just this purpose
I will polish it myself into beauty
Crafted by my Father for celebration!”
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