Fill me O God
But never let me stop being hungry
Drench me
But may I always thirst for more
Let my heart be an ocean
That forever breaks its borders
Increase my capacity
Extend the depths of my soul
When the well within me
Becomes a cesspit of despair
I will turn to Your Word
To purge me of my doubt
May I not seek quick thrills
Let my mouth not be spoiled by cheap pleasures
May I always turn to You
For the satisfaction of my soul
Drink from my chalice
Temptation whispers
Feel its silken texture
In the palm of your hand
Come and be a king, he oozes
Dine with the finest metalwork
Drink away your sorrows
From my fountain of passions
Gaze on its intricate carvings
Be transfixed by its glow
Let the sweet smell
Tickle the belly of your desires
But as you put it to your lips
You taste a sharp tang
The bitter sting of poison
And you know that he lied
Part 2- The Wooden Cup- to follow…
Glimpses of the Greater 