Friday, March 2, 2018


After 2 Corinthians 12

I chafe against my weakness,
my weaknesses, my failures,
my shortcomings, my faults, I must
hide them, deny them, conceal
my doubts and incompetence,
my inabilities, my frustrations,
my falling short of everything
I attempt to do. I chafe against
all of it, all of them because
to admit any of it
or all of it, is to admit
the source of all that is good
does not come from me.
I am an earthen vessel,
an earthen pot, something
to be filled, a flawed vessel,
too, something to be used.
It is not me,
it has never been me.
Another power is perfected
in me, not mine but
his, never mine,
always his.

Photograph by Oscar Keys via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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