In the vineyard at dusk
a jar stands cracked and waiting
emptiness glowing with unseen fire.
Love is as strong as death
Scripture whispers this truth
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
Trust gives betrayal its sharp edge
law gives crime its wound
emptiness gives miracles their room to bloom.
The widow’s jars were hollow
yet oil flowed without end
The jars at Cana brimmed with water
yet became the wine of joy.
Every lack is a vessel
every need a mouth open to heaven
every silence a stage for God to speak.
Love does not break before the grave
It stands as strong as the dark that swallows all
A fire neither drowned nor silenced.
What jars in you are waiting
What empty spaces still ache
What miracle is pressing at the cracks
ready to spill its light?
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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