Been kind of empty on words here lately
like my Thanksgiving bowl
the leftovers are long gone
and all I can say is
This has stayed with me: “And then there was that quote from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet … something about suffering being the gouging and digging out of the “bowl” of your soul… which eventually allows that bowl to hold even more abundant joy once it is filled back up… “
Sounds like God.
And only He does it best.
(If we let him) fill us through the empty-ing,
satisfy the soul in drought,
bring beauty out of ashes,
pour out the oil of joy for mourning,
make low every mountain,
exalt every valley,
restore the places long devastated,
make our wilderness like Eden,*
and Jesus, the broken bread and poured out wine,
through death, give us Life.
Been kind of empty
this good kind of empty
And all I can say is
Thank you, Lord