His Holy Vessel

I am a holy vessel

I sit definitively on the shelf cracked and faded

pushed to the back corner by the world

where seemingly the hands of light cannot reach

but I know

I am a holy vessel

My nicks and holes mark the toasts to imperfections

and the "not good enoughs"

I appear as just another cup but seen

by the King of Kings as a Chalice of Gold

because

I am a holy vessel

Wonderfully and fearfully made

by the hands of the one true Creator

Whose Light can stretch

to the darkest of forgotten corners

I am a holy vessel

He pulls me out and lifts me up

delicately with His scarred hands

He mends every hole with His love

then fills me to overflow with His living water

I am His holy vessel