fill me up , Lord; empty vessel, me
colour me pretty, Lord; blank canvas, me
mould and sculpt me, Lord; potters’ clay, me
light me up, Lord; space of shadows, me
delight my ears, Lord; silent and deaf, me
open up my life, Lord; limited, shuttered me
what is this empty, colourless lump of clay?
what is this shadowy, silent, closed-up box?
I do not know it or recognise
its place in my creation
I have poured out my spirit upon you
I have shone forth my power upon you
I have lit you up with the colours of love
I have sounded out my clarion call
a vibrant drum roll
to shatter your shutters
and rupture your limits
I have planted eternity in your heart
why go on asking and asking?
I tire of your demands
for the already-given
now listen to MY demands:
be full
be bright
be shaped
be lit up
be full of music
be open wide
live the life
for ME