empty and expectant

there was nothing
and you made something

out of my nothing
make something

we bring empty hands
what do you bring?

we bring open hearts
what do you bring?

we are jars of clay
you are light and life

fill us O God
again
again
and again

we want to know what you’ve brought

note to self: an instructional poem

A prayer for the one who is tired of starting over (it’s for me, y’all)