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If there was a script for ‘being Held’ ; if this emptying were a Jar, and I’m held by Hands I can’t understand but sense deep – then I’m resting, right here.
If there were a Script for this Moment, it is syllables of this Sacred Silence. I’m held by a Love that holds on, the way an emptied jar of good grape is, and I let it.
Not trusting my calculations, not anyone’s predictions, though who wants an empty vessel at a hungry wedding. If this moment were syllables, let it not say anything yet-
For Jars just wait, as every Jar at the wedding of Cana still tells a story to every other made of Clay. I am what I am. He is Who He is : Content Creator. Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent
Giver of Life. Flow through me, Abba. Pour out the Light of Your life, Your Heart, Soul, Mind. Turn my water to Your every flowing fountain, Your Fountain of Life.
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