VESSELS AND WINE
Sometimes I am the vessel
Sometimes, the wine
It is all a matter of His will
that I wear as a cloak of mine
Sometimes the destroyer,
or the builder,
or merely the carpenter’s tool
Now a wise, wide-open eyes crone
who many times played the young fool
Marionette tangled in her own strings
Although knowing all along
sometimes I am the heavenly choir
but sometimes I am the song
Oftentimes, I am the poet
attempting to connect all the dots
Yearning to finally close the gap
between “savior-haves” and “have-nots”
Dancing on the dark matter
swirling through the void
karmic repercussions echo on
from all actions loathed or enjoyed
At some future time
when our karmic debt is done
the earth’s dust will be purged
the many will finally converge
the vessels and the wine will merge
Some time, when we return to The One
– Cronin Detzz
Inspiration: One
of my friends said that she was “the dark matter in the world.” I did not know what that meant. This poem is my interpretation of her. Sometimes, the universe seems to use us as
vessels for its divine purpose; other times, we are that magical force. Thank you for letting me share this with
you. Keep writing and keep sharing!
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