I AM AN ALABASTER FLASK

Out of ink-black caverns of despair

You lifted me,

Made me step as on air

Into a vast meadow of light.

And here in your house we stand,

I with lifted hands,

Remembering.

Before my eye, back-visions fly,

Of the creature that was me.

Creeping, plotting, hiding, rotting

In the decay of my own way.

Abba, Father, you are mine!

Love Divine You made me shine.

The river in my heart invades my eyes.

My voice flees.

To sing becomes a task.

I am an alabaster flask.

Your

gentleness has broken me.

The ointment flows upon Your feet.

I am nothing more than wretch redeemed

And You are more than infinitely sweet.

©Janet McDonald